Jonah’s Blog: Scribbler has proved herself hopelessly incompetent yet again. This morning she burst in through the front door wielding a pot of vegetable matter.
“You’re SO lucky, Jonah!” she gushed. “Look what we’ve got you.”
I examined the pathetic bunch of leaves and turned away. Since when have I been a vegetarian?
“But Jonah,” she said, shoving the greenery in my face. “It’s catmint. Cats LOVE it!”
I suppose I should be more tolerant. But honestly, she’s so dim witted. You’d think after six years of cohabitation she’d have realised the truth. While in many ways I may resemble what humans call a cat, I have little in common with the feline species.
God knows I’ve tried to tell her. But every time I open my mouth it comes out in squeaks and yowls.
Will she ever understand?
I am not a cat.
I AM A SUPERIOR BEING TRAPPED IN A CAT’S BODY.