Oh friends, I spoke too soon. Remember when I said I was writing from feline heaven? How ’bout we go ahead and change that to feline opposite-heaven (you fill in the blanks).

The children have arrived.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that future servants exist. Who wouldn’t? But what I don’t understand is the universal need to include them in every daily activity. Must they join us for ALL meals?? Should they ALWAYS be allowed to talk??? I think not. Not to mention, they have a penchant for tail-pulling that is bound to get them in deep trouble…SOON.

Argh. When Boss Man said his nieces and nephews would be joining us for Christmas, I assumed he meant they would be joining him. Somewhere far away. As in out of my eye sight.

I was wrong, wrong, wrong. For now, I will continue to eat my meals in the cabinet and avoid any human eye contact. Maybe they’ll think I’m a figure of their (not very impressive) imaginations.

Wish me luck,
Max