The Demise of the Spray Bottle

At last, my furry brothers and sisters, victory is mine! It is now four days since the dreaded spray bottle has been hidden. No one is safe any longer! I can bite, swipe, and climb onto the table and counter without fear of retribution.

This morning, I was locked in single combat with my arch enemy: the plastic hair clip. Back and forth our battle raged across the dusty landscape beneath the bed, neither of us gaining the upper hand. Then suddenly, I was thrown from the room by Sudha, who understands little of the importance of early morning struggles with inanimate household objects.

The kibble was particularly delicious this morning, and expertly scooped out by Evan, one of my hired paws. Both he and Sudha seemed a little down this morning, so I meowed at them a few times, and stuck my head into a cereal bowl on the table.

My bathroom expansion project is going well. I've nearly succeeded in covering the entire room with kitty litter. It's nice of Evan and Sudha to keep filling up the box in the corner with all the materials I need.

Well, they've left for work now. I have dragged some comfortable socks to the floor downstairs for them to use when they get back, it's quite cold!