I’m not a cat who likes to admit I’ve been wrong. But Cindy says I have to apologize for my inappropriate behavior on Friday. She says that even when Lucy makes me crazy I need to stay in control of my actions and be responsible for my blog. So I’m sorry for running away in the middle of a post and leaving Cindy to have to finish it for me.
(In case you were wondering, Lucy wasn’t able to catch me. I ran up a tree—HA!)
Actually, it’s not too surprising that I lost it on Friday. I was still upset about what I found out the night before. You see, Cindy’s new story is FINALLY coming together. And it was going so well. Or so I thought. But Thursday night she decided to cut the new cat part I had convinced her to put in.
Drat! Drat! Double Drat!
How many times have I been over this with her? You don’t cut the cat!
You want to guess what she said? “Sometimes you have to kill your darlings, remember? You wrote a whole post about that a while back.”
Oh, yeah. Drat again!
But I guess I can’t stay too mad at her. Deep down, I know she’d keep my cat part in the story if she could. She’s loved cats for a long, long time. See?