Yo. S' Up Peeps.
I've just been hanging around the house doing the usual. The last weigh in was, like, totally a let down for the human. Once again, I've only lost 10 grams.
He he he. She will give up soon, I am sure.
Decided to up the ante last week to REALLY make sure my human knows what I think of this bizarre supplication to norms of feminine beauty. Does she understand I am a feline? It's a totally different thing. I am not one of those catz who looks good in the magazines, but the reality is when you go in for a cuddle is a bag of bones surrounded by usually a short (ie. unfluffy) coat. The worst of these are of course the fuglies. I need not say any more on this matter.
Perhaps I should 'put out'. Maybe if I give my human a cuddle she might realise that she doesn't really want a svelt and sleek fug. She wants a bootylicious moi.
I digress.
So. Anyhoo. To make my point of protest, I have taken to spraying my unique eau de hissabelle on the carpet next to the heater. maXimum effect. rock out.
Catch yo later, peeps. I gotta go pee.
Love Hissabelle
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