Send in the Scots!

Rumors that I ate Domo Kun are being vastly exaggerated, by #2

It's been a rough couple of days here at Batcat Towers and I've been too busy emptying my insides out of both ends to commandeer the internets. Dignified it wasn't, and I knew something was definitely amiss when #2 wrapped a scarf around her nose to clean my litter box.

Chalk it up to a bad can or a bug - all I know is that my hoomans are no longer talking about re-upholstering the armchairs but simply trashing them and getting a sofa instead. I think this might involve bringing in an army from the land of shortbread cookies as the words "Scotch Guard" keep being mentioned in hushed tones.

Cuddling up on sturdy thighs wearing wooly kilts will be a new experience, aye!