The moisturiser called me again this morning. It's been a few months since they changed the recipe, but it's been luring me nevertheless. After all, Ellen smears it all over her face, and I like licking her face, don't I?
This morning, I braced myself and took a lick before she put the cap back on. (She's become slack since I've been disinterested.)
Welcome to my blog. Ellen thinks it will help me understand myself better. She keeps telling me my behaviour is socially unacceptable. But isn't a cat supposed to hiss, bite and scratch? Wouldn't you get grumpy if you got dragged to the vet every second month? I don't think I'm abnormal. When I'm not sleeping I stare out windows, or eat, or stalk the perimeter of the garden to make sure there are no intruders. You know, typical cat stuff. I only attack people sometimes. But read on and judge for yourself . . .
PS Ellen may rue the day she made me do this. If therapy she wants, then therapy she'll get. (Devilcat indeed!)