POSTCARD FROM OUTSIDE

Just some random cat TICKLEBEAR photographed recently... 

I hate it when his eyes start to wander around!! 

Hissssssing!!

WOULD IT KILL HER TO SMILE?

The man provides her with food and a roof;

he's always willing to play,

but Miss Brad'Chat just keeps on brooding,

suffering from the Garbo syndrome:

"I want to be alone!!..."

Would it kill her to smile once in a while

when he tries to get a proper picture of her?

He might tire of her attitude one day.

I'm just saying...

She may disapprove of my easy attitude toward the man,

but I can safely say I am scoring big points with him.

She could learn from my example...

THE PROPER ETIQUETTE FOR A LADY

I live with a flousy!!

An unashamed flousy!!

That is no proper way for a lady to live.

I guess I'll have to teach Ophelia a thing or two

about graceful feline behavior.

I am a proud citizen of this country

and a prime example of distinction,

priding myself with a no-nonsense approach

about human contacts.

I know how to convey my needs

and bestow a show of affection

when I judge it proper.

But I can't help watching my roommate

dishonoring herself and the species

as she's acting in a most shameful way...

She plays with any piece of trash she finds...

and plays pretty whenever Ticklebear looks at her.

A female of easy virtues,

if you ask me!!

Shameful!!!

But the fact

that she still has her claws

makes her interesting,

to a certain degree...

The man should beware of those.

I know what I would do

if I still had mine...

I guess

I'll have to put up with her behavior,

but I really wish she would learn from my example.

Oh Ophelia!!

You, slut!!

Hissssssing!!

SHE'S DOING IT ON PURPOSE

I really shouldn't let this get to me

but these two seem to be getting serious with each other...

Hissssssing!!

WE ONLY MEANT TO HELP!!

Just before the holidays actually started,

Ticklebear prepared to send some cards out to his friends,

and since I am personally acquainted with some of them,

I figured Ophelia and I could help with this...

My mistake!!

How rude he was,

shooing us away like that!!

I'll never offer my help again!!

Hissssssing!!

PLEASURE LOST

Laundry day used to be one of my guilty pleasures

as I would roll over the pile of clothes,

reveling in the scent of my man.

And later on,

the clothes would come back,

all warm from the dryer,

smelling nice and fresh.

Oh, how I loved this...

...until you-know-who decided to show up!!

Gone are the blissful days when I could enjoy this peacefully!!

Hissssssing!!

SEDUCING TICKLEBEAR

Well,

I'll be damned!!

She's at it again,

trying to steal my man.

She will stop at nothing...

And right under my very nose!!

The nerve on that kitten!!!

Hissssssing!!

CATFIGHT!!!

Just look at her!!

I have my eyes on you...

The Bitch!!

She still has her claws!!

Not fair!!

Not fair!!

Perhaps I should try to be diplomatic about this...

Hissssssing!!

NOBODY ASKED FOR MY OPINION!!!

Ticklebear and his damn causes!!

You'll never guess what:

I now have a roommate!!

Somebody dumped a kitten in the washrooms

at the hospital where he works,

and of course,

the man felt compelled to bring the little furball home,

without even consulting with me!!!...

I was never planning on sharing the space, food and accommodations with someone else.

And if she thinks she's going to put the moves on MY man,

she's got something coming!!

Nobody messes with me!!!

Just look at her,

making gooey eyes at him!!

And he's lapping it all up!!

He's SO infuriating!!

Typical male...

Hey!!

This is MY cushion!!!

she's getting on my last nerves,

trying to be chummy and all...

Can we return her whence she came from?

Hissssssing!!