Dear Cat...

Dear Cat,

It has been 10 days now. Enough is enough: I'm going to have to move you on. I was kind enough to let you sleep on the bed, but I draw the line at sharing the pillow with you. I have been very patient with you but I am sick of waking up with two paws full of claws stuck in my forehead for daring to move in my own bed.

I bought you a bed. I even put a nice little blanket in it for you. What's with your reverse snobbery? It's just like all the toys we bought you that you never play with. You'd rather play with a cork or a bit of tinfoil.


As if that wasn't bad enough, you are now stopping me from doing my revision. It has to stop.

Why are you being so mean to me?
I am hurt.
A plague o' both your funny little eyebrows!

Yours Hatefully,

The hand that feeds you x