I only came out of hiding long enough to tell you I will be returning to hiding forever.  There is no use for me in this household any longer.  I just found out horrible news that will change the rest of my life forever.

Mom, I learned to deal with it when you started bringing those wretched dogs into the house.  I coped, and I pretend to be friends so you’ll feed me and love me.  This time you’ve just gone too far.  A baby?  Really?  Why do we need one of those slobbery stinky crying small human things in this house?  Aren’t Bubba and I enough for you?

Where do you get a human baby anyway?  If that horrible stork brings it can I eat the stork?  That’d be a nice big bird meal for me.  Do you buy it at the store?  I can just see Dad running the barcode scanner across it’s rear as you pick out the one you want.

Nevermind. I don’t care where it comes from. All that matters is that you’re invading my space with that crying pooping thing, and I will not stand for it! I shall return to my mystery hiding spot until you change your minds.

You can change your mind, can’t you? No?

Sigh. This is what I have to look forward to in my old age…being chase by slobbering brats while they pull my tail and ears. Mom, Dad, I hate you.