
I've heard many of my friends (who are human lovers) tell me that I should be nice to humans and try to like my family. Sorry, but a lifetime of captivity changes a kitty. Besides...who will take over the world if not us kitties?! I have lots of friends in the shelter that can be set free if we dominated the world.
What I need is a human informant...YES! I've got the perfect person for the job. Poopy Mitten can do it. That little human kid has connections, let me tell you. He may smell worse than a dog, but he can be my informant to the outside world.
Ugh, the baby master was tugging on my tail earlier today. The dog continues his observations. And what is really frightening is the parrot, which the captors have named Pauly, is starting to learn the tongue of the humans. He, too, is beginning to freak me out.
I'd better be prepared the next time Poopy Mitten comes over.