I am a cat. I do what I want, when I want. I’m a little plump for a cat my height, but what are you gonna do.
AHHHHHH WHAT’S THAT OVER THERE.
Never mind. Just the TV. I can’t help it that I’m a tad neurotic, I take after my mom. This is a big world, and I am just a small cat, after all. That’s kind of a Hobbit reference. I’ve never actually read the Hobbit, but Mom tells me it’s good stuff. I have heard her play the trailer a hundred times at least. That “Misty Mountains Cold” song is constantly stuck in her head. She walks around humming it to herself. Ah, the woes of being human. I have no woes. I am a cat.
AHHHHH WAS THAT THE DOORBELL?!? DON’T LET ‘EM IN. DON’T. LET. THEM. IN.
Oh, thank God. I hate it when she lets them in. Just a package. Wait…
A BOX?!?!?!?!? OMFG A BOX!!!!!!!!
What? This conversation was over at “box.”