I hate paparazzi. They take pictures of me when I am caught red-handed, when I am said,  even when I am sleeping.    I try to take it gracefully, but it is really hard.

  I did get very upset so I had to calm down by knocking out some of my people.

  Today, it was cleaning day AGAIN. I had to put up with the vacuum cleaner AGAIN. Not even the sight of a far inferior creature could calm me down. To sound like my highly acknowledged famous cat friend, Garfield: I hate Tuesdays (ok, he said Mondays, but on Monday, there is no vacuum…

I think I am tired now. I will go to sleep. See, I am sleeping already.

There are so many mice in our house. I have to kill them all.After finishing them off I take them to a safe storage place. It is good that Checkered Shirts and Tiny Lady have not figured out the place of my warehouse, yet. I used to hide my things behind the bookshelf, but CS and TL found out about…

Checkered Shirts says I should have gotten the name Peter Schmeichel. Well, if anything then Petra, after all I am a lady. I think Missy is more suitable for my true character i.e. gentle, loving and elegant. Do not get me wrong. I do not hate sports. I could have been part of the Russian gymnastics…