It’s going to kill her one day
I will never understand how the human hasn’t been killed yet. I mean between leaving the house on a regular basis and fraternizing with dogs, it’s a miracle I’m not looking for a new human. Lately, she’s taken to wearing this “sweater.” I call it the “Top of Terror.” It’s a sweater that opens in the front like a cardigan. But instead of buttons or zippers to close it, it has two long strings that she wraps around her body. That’s right! She wraps them around her body so that they don’t even have to make that effort before they sqeeze her to death.
So given that finding a good human is hard to do, I try and protect her from the “Strangler Strings.” As they are dangling on the floor, I leap on them, grab them with my mouth, and start to run away with them. This is where the human starts getting cranky. She says I’m keeping her from getting dressed. I’m going to tear her sweater. I’m digging my claws into the delicate flesh of her feet. I think these are all small prices to pay for protection.
I swear. She’s a total ingrate.
Ariel