Dear Greebo,
why didn't you tell me? Why did you feel you needed to destroy the pattern to make me see? And why don't you like it?
You are white and black yourself. I would have thought this pattern to be appealing to you. If there's a cat here that's in balance, it is definitely you. The perfect mix of innocence with your baby face and cute looks and of ruthlessness if things stand between you and your thirty-five snacks a day, like me sleeping for more than four hours.
Instead of helping me staying motivated, however, you jumped this harmless pattern printout when I wasn't there. I can see you before my inner eye and it makes me whimper to think of it. I bet it never saw you coming, was completely taken by surprise when you ripped it up with fangs and claws spitting little pieces of paper on it.
It was still so young.
Why this pattern? Why not kitchen towels? Why not notepaper? Why not a bill??
We need to talk.
Disappointed and sad,
Mom
Hiya Mom,
you know this is not about the pattern. Leave a piece of paper next to me and it's mine to kill. You are welcome to leave bills in my cat beds and I'll take care of them, too. Every time I do it with a pattern, you freak out.
For Heaven's sake, get a grip, lady!
Sheesh.
Greebo
Oh. Okay then, Greeb. No hard feelings, eh? See you for your next snack in ten minutes then.
Mom
