A Little Self...Nope!

Pat does steal my blog every now and then, but today he isn't going to get my den. Why is that? Because he said no to the cat. Can you believe that? No to Cassie and the cat. Pffffffffft!

Here we were sharing.The cat can be caring.Two for a chew.Then no came due.

"Did you want to die?"
Quiet. You gave it a try.
"At least I didn't throw a fit."
Stop interrupting my bit.

I can say no too.No ass pillow for you.Go sit on the floor.Or take it to another shore.

No Christmas decorations to be had.You'll have a bare pad.Not a thing to be seenSanta will think you're mean.

No laundry folded.To me it is molded.Hmmm that may be bad.Bah, already seen you naked at our pad.(And not much to see. Hee Hee Hee.)

And no balls for any.I don't care if there are many.No balls for you.And no ball tent too.

Bah. That got in.Books for a spin.Right. No sales for you.That works at our zoo.

Desperation at play.Two in one day.A 9 book series is had.Bah, still no sales for you at our pad.

Did you hear me?Nothing for thee.Return my string.Those fangs may sting.

Not talking to you.Nope, not giving a view.I want that string back.Bah, it won't give me a heart attack.
Pat got shameless self promotion and he still wouldn't give the string some motion. He hid it from me. Cassie let it be. Not me though. Have you had anything stolen from you that you won't let go? It will kill me? Bah, are you a vet at your sea? I'll poop it out just fine. I'm a rhyming feline. No? Bah, listen to my flow. I'm fine at eating string in mass. Pat only thinks he is protecting my little rhyming ass.
Tie a string and have a fling.