It's been a whole year since I became pissed off
I was a happy outdoor cat until Nick captured/rescued me
Well, it’s been a year (July 17th, 2021) since I wrote my first piece - the day Nick found me soaking wet and freezing in an Alberta “summer”, scrounging around his trash bin for a little sustenance. Not a lot of meat in the bin but when you’re as hungry as I was even stale ramen washed down with a half drunk beer tastes good.
It’s been quite the year - being forced to watch hours of MSNBC and CNN daily.
The guy has no life. I like watching cartoons but none were playing on his iPad - just news. It was a little depressing at first.
But as each of those early days passed I learned to indulge him. Sitting quietly at his side as he screamed at the talking heads and various politicians flashing by.
I’m just a cat and I love to sleep - sadly sleep did not come easy as Nick would wake me at 5 AM to help him yell at the images on the screen.
Gradually I started to get just as pissed off as he was.
I was a pissed off cat when he found me but he has fostered my cattitude until it has become a perpetual rage.
And for this I thank him and you dear readers.