Chey told me I was boring. She said I should get a life. And I said, I thought I got that when I got found by the no kill shelter and a nice person hand fed me even thought my mama cat was gone. Then I thought I got a life when Mom adopted me and I saw Chey and thought she as my Mama cat. She made sure to let me know she was not my Mama.
So I am trying to think of what I should do. I could be a door cat. I am good at closing doors.
I could be a supervisor because I am very nosy and bossy.
I could be a bird catcher because I am good with da bird!
What do you think I should do to get a life?