I'm sure you're asking yourself... Meeshka... why are you wearing a shirt?
I'm glad you asked. Because somebody by the name of Karen said that during a storm I wouldn't claw the human woman if she put a shirt on me. So here I am... wearing a shirt.
I think you can tell by the look on my face that I'm just waiting for her to put the camera down so that there are no pictures of her untimely and bloody death.
Was I calmer during the thunderstorm, well yeah, because I'M WEARING A STUPID SHIRT! How can anyone take me seriously when I'm wearing a shirt? How can I possibly claw when I'm wearing a shirt. I just thank heavens that she didn't get all funny and put the stupid blue sleepy pants on me, although I'm sure she did think of it, because she had this little grin on her face.
Speaking of stupid humans
Apparently there's some guy named "Tiger" that is running for office. What better way to get the word out about your campaign than dressing up one of your flunkies in a tiger costume when its 900 degrees out, and stand on a corner that is nicknamed "the Intersection of Doom" because someone dies in a car wreck there every day (practically). That certainly helps the traffic problem on that corner. If the human woman hadn't had her camera, I wouldn't have believed it either.
Lastly... stupid human quote of the day: "For us, he cannot be the Tour de France winner anymore," Tour de France director Christian Prudhomme told Reuters from his holiday residence. "Technically we cannot say he has lost his title but he has soiled the yellow jersey."
Euuuw, I hope somebody rubbed his nose in it! I thought humans didn't do that sort of thing, and yet here it is in the news that some guy soiled his yellow jersey. If its yellow... I wonder how they could tell.
(still in the shirt, hello, storm is over, get the shirt off me)