This means that not only must we go into an entirely separate room to eat and use the litter box (which is an insult in itself - why are we sequestered? Are we cats so disgusting that we must be hidden away so that no human will have to suffer observing us consume and expel?), but also that she thinks I am fat. She thinks that I am fat! I do not usually entertain vanities, but in this one area I am perhaps at fault. Adjectives that adequately describe my physique: statuesque, intimidating, stately, commanding, dignified, and perhaps even curvy, but tubby? This is an insult to the core of my being. I refuse to use the Tubby-Kat cat door. Je refuse!
Je refuse, that is, right after I get something to eat and use the litter box. To be maybe a bit too honest, I have been holding it this entire blog.
I am forever inept at sticking to my convictions.