Black Dog Blog

The owner of our cat has been away overnight.

As often happens, said cat left her a note this morning before I left for work, to complain that he had been cruelly neglected and mistreated, not fed and made to sleep in a ditch ("and knott on lapp or HeRMunz BEDD (lies)!!").

In actual fact we spent a quiet evening rewatching Dexter episodes. However, immediately after he placed his note, I let him outside to pee in a rain shower, thus helpfully ensuring that his pyperbole was justified after the fact.

The best-received note of complaint was a few weeks ago. In it, he claimed he had been insulted by having a pill jammed down his "skrawnee NEKk" and said he was going outside to sit under his tree "in high DUDJIN!!!!".

Cats aren't people, which must be why it's so much fun personifying the ungrateful little bastards.