Today when Mom came home I noticed her sniffing the air.
"It smells kinda... catty in here..." She said.
Imagine how pleased I was that she had taken a moment to acknowledge all my efforts here at the H.C. I'm a single cat as you know, so I have to put in the overtime to get the place smelling just right.
I mean there is floof to leave... everywhere, stinky wet-food to leave behind in my dish (and you know there are times when I'd like to lick my dish clean, but I forgo), and frequent trips to the litter box. Yes I work tirelessly to make the place as catty and homey as possible, only the best for my family.
I'm a professional.
You can only imagine my disgust when she started opening windows, spraying air freshener and lighting candles. I mean who wants their home smelling like Lilac Blossoms? Or Clean Cotton? It's all too humany for me.
Does no one here appreciate all I do for them?