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Things have been a little bit strange in the house as of late. Due to his acne, Ziggy has become convinced that he is a teenager, and has been trying his hardest to act “cool.” And Dillon is positively apoplectic talking about some “Graham Crumb” figure who has been sending messages to his blog. One can barely get a minute to himself in our house without being drawn into some madness or another!

It is so hard being the only normal cat in a family full of unintellectual freaks, especially when you’re the middle child. When I want food, I wait politely in front of my bowl. When they want food, they meow and scratch at our poor foodgiver until she gives in! When I use the litter tray, I demurely bury my waste. When they use the litter tray, they kick litter all over the place! I fill my time with reading, writing, and quiet contemplation. They fill their time with, well… Writing puerile “screamplays” and getting into internet drama with old people.

*Sigh*

Here is a poem I have written about my predicament:

The Plight of the Thinking Cat

I am the noble thinking cat
With a mighty brain
But I am trapped here with those that
Can only think things so inane

My poems are all so beautiful
My rhymes are all the best
My mind therefore is suitable
To rise above those common pests

But all the humans ever see
Is their stupid antics
When they should just worship me
The grey feline romantic