I can’t believe this! Amber got another cage! It probably cost three times as much as mine! It’s red . . . and quilted! Really. But I’m not surprised. It always goes this way. She’s such a flirt. You won’t believe this: Yesterday the houseman—his name’s Willie—gave her a whole smoked oyster. And what did I get? A cheap, dry over-the-counter cat snack.
And there’s the thing with this new carpet. Have you noticed how well it matches her coat? You can bet she had a heavy paw in its selection—makes a perfect camouflage background that helps her hide from me. Of course there’s no way she can really hide from me, but sometimes I don’t see her coming. She’ll be lucky if one of our servants doesn’t step on her. I don’t really care about the carpet, cause were leaving here anyway. And that red cage is way too effeminate for a hip kat like me.
I just wanted you to know what’s going on.