Demon Daze

It's been another long month for me, the cat lady. Yeah, my friend Sue has begun calling me the cat lady even though I only have two cats right now. And maybe not for much longer. Demon is still living up to her name. She's secretly been scratching the back of my antique love seat when I'm not home; I just noticed it today. I was so pissed off. My mother gave me that chair before she died! How dare Demon mess with my inheritance! But I don't feel too mad about it because the other thing my mom left me was a book on how to stop being fat. Gee thanks, Mom. I think that sums everything up with that line of thought.

But in any case, Demon's gotta go. She's been eating Mittens' kibble and just generally being a bad cat. I'd have to be a pretty good people finder to find anybody who'd want her. Luckily, I am! Ha. I'm just afraid of doing the work. A successful person search is a lot harder than you'd think it would be and Demon is a very bad kitty. I'm going to have to get one of my writer friends to make up some sparkling ad that makes Demon sound like she's actually going to be a good pet. Suckers...

I shouldn't talk like that. No! Demon is great kitty! Please! Somebody get her, I mean, adopt her, out my house RIGHT NOW!