I can't believe I've been backstabbed. Someone pull this knife out of my spine. Normally, I'd be crushed, but this time, I'm downright flabbergasted.
Yes, my friends: flabber and gasted.
So while I may not let my human pet blog about her daily happenings, she's found a way to communicate to the masses behind my back. I highly suggest you ignore her. No good can come of this.
In order to know what you're ignoring, make sure not to click HERE.
We don't need her getting any ideas about stealing my thunder. It's tempting, I know, but really...show some self-restraint and walk away. We're about to have a good ol' fashioned throw-down here. Someone better give me fitty feet...
P.S. After thinking about it, this isn't too bad. Now, I'll know where she is and what she's doing whenever she updates. Oh, I never need to leave the house again. Wait a minute. I never leave anyhow. Regardless...I totally kick ass.