My dearest loves of my life,
Spring is around the corner, and as I sit here atop my tower, I’m thinking about the new couch my assistant plans to purchase.
Mmm… I can’t wait. I’m already dreaming about digging my claws into its untouched fabric, leaving my scent on the pillows and luxuriating upon every cushion.
I wonder if the couch will be classified as “forbidden.” I’m hoping that it will be because that just makes my defiance all the sweeter.
I’ve also heard whispers of the carpet being replaced on the stairs… We’ll see about that. For now, the stairs remain my personal playground and the primary location where I sharpen my claws. I’ve consulted my attorneys about this, and I’m waiting for a callback as to whether I will need to pursue legal recourse.