Howie the Cat

I like how the newly vacuumed carpet is like a blank canvas. I leave my footsteps, hair clumps and litter trackings here and there, feeling much like Picasso. Well… was he as good looking as I am? I highly doubt it. Anyway, I said I FEEL like Picasso. I don’t look like Picasso. But the [...]

The he-servant just took out the vacuum.
I hate the vacuum.
It is such a violent machine, sucking up and murdering all that gets in its way. At the first sight of the vacuum, I arch my back and stick my hairs straight out. This makes me look very intimidating. I shoot a dark glare toward the [...]