
Imagine! The nerve of her. There I was, innocently being mesmerized by watching a bug on the ceiling, and what happens? An interloper! Casing the joint.

Checking out my personal collection of play-ribbons. Harumphhh. How dare she?!?

Now what is she doing? Sniffing? Oh, really. What a doggie thing to do.

Now she's gone too far. She's pulling on my very special fleece ribbon. That's DEFINITELY out of bounds for the canines in this house. Not on MY kitty condo, that's for sure!

Can you see me? At the very top? Can you see how wide open my eyes are? I am well and truly stunned at this turn of events. Just what has led Gemma to this genetic confusion—someone really must straighten her out. She's a D-O-G! Not a C-A-T. This kitty condo is therefore OFF-LIMITS. Do ya hear me, Gemma?
1 comment:
Dearest Little Gemma,
You have demonstrated Bravery, Courage, Fortitude and Perseverance in the ascent of the Dragoness's Tower.
Although Few can match your Zeal and Focus, it might Be Wise to take along a Backup-Plan (i.e. a plant squirter) in case the Dragoness's Wrath is stirred to demonstration.
Failing that, Ascending the Tower when she's visiting your cousins next door may be a worthwhile strategy to consider.
Yours faithfully,
Reepicheep
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