 Hey. It's me, Camille. I live with the bonehead (Lil' Neal). I just want you to know, he gets away with murder. They let him do everything. He thinks he owns the second floor, all to himself. He gets bent out of shape if I even go up there. I just let him have his way most of the time. it's easier. But sometimes, I whop him in the head, just so he remembers who's who. One time when mom and dad were gone for the afternoon, I phoned a taxi to come and get Neal and take him to the Humane Society, but the little numbskull got freaked out when the doorbell rang. Besides I would have gotten in trouble. Mom would have been hysterical. We can do without him. Things would be just great if he were gone and I was the only cat. I'm just saying... |
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