Kitties! You would not believe the ordeal I faced on the very last night of 2011: Strange Humans, right here, in MY very own house, with their booming, grating voices, their braying laughter, their ignorance of expected kitty-courtesies, their raucous singing of what I guess was "Auld Lang Syne," and, worst of all, the smell of them! It will take me weeks, WEEKS, I tell you, to patiently fur over every single trace of them. But I will succeed, Kitties, I will prevail. After all, they are gone and I am still here.
And a further outrage: Before these "Guests" descended upon me, all my stuff--my tent! my brown cuppy bed! my new soft pink beddy! my cube! my ESS! ::sob::--was deemed too unseemly for their delicate guest-eyes, and so was banished to the cold, dark back porch! Can you even imagine the deprivation?
But it is the Dawn of a New Day, my Furiends; 2012 is upon us. No longer will I take such invasions lying down! I have long claws, I have sharp teeth. My strength is as the strength of .... Oh, never mind.
I need a good nap.
Happy New Year, Kitties and Humans!