It's a cat's life

Leo 's been naughty again. He woke our humane bean and me up, demanding to be let out. Then, just as we were snuggling up to go to sleep again, he came home, squawking on the roof outside the window. He ran in, ate some food and jumped straight on the bed with wet fur and muddy paws. He's bad. And he's a murderifier. Look:



This is a poor little birdie that he murderified a couple of weeks ago. Wa-Wa, our humane bean, tried to save it, but it was too late. The poor little thing was deadified. I think Wa-Wa called it a goldcrest. I never murderifies birdies. I watch them and do the yowlie, clacky-chops thing at them, but I never touch 'em. I only murderifies flies, spiders and daddy long legses. They deserve it. Anyway, Leo wants to use the computer now, and he says he'll bite me 'til I scream if I don't log off. Bye-byes...