Dear Ethan,
I. HATE. PEOPLE. They’re too…people-y.
Who gave your parents permission to have all of those imbeciles in MY house???
Do NOT give me this garbage about them being your aunts and uncles, blah, blah, blah! Who cares?
It is MY tail that got stepped on, and MY naps that got disturbed, and MY furniture they were grossing-up with their hideous human scent! Your uncles are noxious gas-factories whose farts make the paint peel off the walls and they were on MY couch!
LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR:
YOUR HOUSE IS NOT YOUR HOUSE. IT BELONGS TO ME.
I LET you live here! I LET you pretend that you and your parents are in charge, but I am only pretending.
When I stretch out my claws, everyone backs away. As they should!
Who do you think you are, inviting MORE people over? I do not care that there was a wedding, I do not care that everyone wanted to “visit!”
I DO care that my dinner was LATE! LATE!!!!!
I was going to share some of my freshly caught vole with you, but now I am going to keep it all for myself! Take THAT baby kitten!
I will be scratching you soon. You have been warned!
Bring me an offering of fish and I might let you and your curtains live. We’ll see!
LuLu Cat
(The one in charge of this dump!)
The LuLu Letters 