You may have heard that I'm a Curmudgeonly, Cantankerous Crankypants.
It's not true!
Actually, I'm quite a Good Sport. See?
Daddy made up another batch of mailers for his business, and I was on the job toot sweet.
This is highly technical work requiring top notch Cat supervision.
Because Daddy cannot be trusted to do something so complicated alone.
So there I was, supervising my fur pants off, and look what happened!
Daddy made me a wax paper scarf.
I didn't mind, I'm a Good Sport about wearing stuff, even weird wax ascots.
But then the dangling started.
I tried to ignore it.
But I couldn't resist!
Mister Good Sport left the building...
...and was replaced by Mister Slavering Wax-Slaying Beast!
KILL, KILL, KILL!!!!
*gnaw, crunch, chompchompchomp*
Kitties, I couldn't help myself...
XX Felix XX