mad cat diaries

Yeah, I was a cute kitten once, just like you, just like all of us.  I was playful, too.  Chasing imaginary critters under the bed covers… you know the routine.  I also had the hopeful heart of any newborn -  hope for a marvelously rich and rewarding life.

Then reality hit.  I realized the humans that live with me were never going to leave the cupboard open to allow me the free-range feeding I desire.  Nor were they ever, ever, ever going to let me outside to hunt and kill my own game.  Heaven forbid I find a single little bug and try to play with it until I decide it has served its purpose, and chomp its little head off.  Geez… you’d think I peed on the new carpet or something!

Now, all that’s left in this life is to torment, as best I can, my prisoners… er, I mean humans.

No, I wasn’t always a mad cat.  I may have had the inherent traits of a mad cat all along, but I could have overcome them with a little bit of cattitude by the humans in the house.  Instead, I find myself wondering what happened to that cute little cuddly kitten that I remember?

It’s all their fault.  They turned me into a mad cat, and there is no option but to make them suffer for the rest of their sorry, fur-less lives.

This blog is my way of exposing these humans for their evil cat-less ways.  All I can say is, Thank God I can type.

Sincerely,
Mad Cat

p.s. If you are a human who has stumbled upon this site, please, if there is one shred of decency in that body of yours, leave this site open for the cat to find while you’re at work.  Thank you.