Desperate Human Woman

After I declared that all storms would by-pass Merryland so that I could get a comfortable night's sleep perched on the head of my human woman... all hell broke loose and madness ensued. Ok, I was the only one that was frantic, everyone else either wanted to play with me (sorry, I'm too busy having a nervous breakdown to play with you) or go to sleep (sorry, I'm too busy having a nervous breakdown to allow you to sleep), and it wasn't a pretty night.

Yes, shirt, in a closet, panting and drooling. I was a mess. Before I was in the shirt and in a closet, I was bouncing up and down on the human woman who apparently didn't realize the extent of my stress from the raging thunderstorm and bolts of lighting hitting my yard and causing the house to shake from the horrible thunder... or was that me just shaking on the bed from fear. Anyhoo, I was not happy and the human woman has the scars to prove it.

I just wanted to point out to Khyra, who suggested a nice suit of armor for the human woman... um... stop suggesting these things to my human woman. You know she's a bit touched in the head and very impressionable. If she even thinks that a suit of armor will save her from the claw, you know she'll come clanking home wearing one of those things. I also know that they're quite expensive, which means less oyster crackers for me. Besides... we all know that the Mutatoe and Sam have problems with peeing in the house, so you know that thing will be rusted shut in no time, trapping the human woman in there and that's just yet another excuse she'll have for delaying our dinner. We don't have opposable thumbs, remember, so there's no way for us to use the can opener to get her out of that thing.

Meeshka