You would think that if Ellen really loved me, she'd let me chew her wrist. Wouldn't you? All I want is to be near her, but whenever I jump up on her desk she bats me away. I don't think she loves me at all.
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!)
Don't be fooled, Chenna. Ellen's behaviour is a sure sign of the purest kind of devotion. Remember the saying, 'We hurt the ones we love.'
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