Kittie Tales

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen: Outrageous Vexations...

So as promised, I told everyone at the nursery today about my 'second to none encounter' with the famous, devilishly handsome David Arden. While every other feline and non-felines were 'Oohing' and 'Aahing' at my story, Gertrude stepped up with her crones and proclaimed that I could be telling a lie just so I could be a member of the 'Furpolars'..

What?! What nonsense! Arrant rubbish! What..! Catnip!

What the whiskers is up Gertrude's crap hole today? Why on earth would I want to be a member of the 'Furpolars'? A litter of boring and annoying cats who've got nothing better to do all day than to sit still, getting manicured and pedicured, trimmed and pruned, spreading rumours and gossip while sipping rich condensed milk from white straws?..

Not that it isn't all we do all day and what we live for, but come on!.. Give me a break...

I'm already popular as it is now, probably more popular than even Alec Baldwin's cat.. And Taylor Swift's... Why do I need to mingle with these nuisances who would undoubtedly ruin my good fortune?! No respect for the late poor Bertha and her kittens who'd passed on a few days ago...

Thank the heavens for Francesca; would have instigated Bobby to help redecorate her hairy white face... Red fur would look absolutely gorgeous on her... It would even be a good match for that expensive red gold collar she has on...

"You aren't still bothered about lil miss snowball, are you? Just let it go, Kittie. She isn't worth half of it", Francesca's insisted. We'd being on this particular topic since morning now and I'm getting really tired of it. Just because I'm deep in thoughts doesn't mean I haven't got better things to occupy my mind than these senseless creatures in ridiculous white tutus..

Like my girls' wellbeing..

"I'm completely over it, Franc. Completely", I meowed back at her.

"Sure?", she gave me the questioning eyeballs.

"Absolutely", I replied with gritted teeth. It was so tempting to actually want to hurt my friend for her constant disturbance but I can't because she's my friend, and the thought of it disgusts me. I was raised better. Right now, I just can not wait to get back home and spread my tired limbs in my cot.

Now to get back to my musing..

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Alessandra

I'm so fucking pissed!..

So pissed!

Even Zeus's hot tempered nature can not begin to compare with the volcanic vexation that is about to erupt out of my system..

And why am I having these eerie feelings? Like this has happened before.. This feeling of Deja vu.. Come to think of it, how many times have I began my rants this way?

I should seriously consider anger management classes.. Only that I fear my therapist may become angrier when they see what I'm faced with every day of my life..

I placed a full stop on the page I had just typed and began to print the spreadsheet out. Hopefully, this time he would be satisfied with the work. The arrogant prick!

I've typed and printed this particular page more than five times and submitted it more than five times too and each time, David just crumpled up the paper without once going through it and dunked it into the waste bin like the freaking white inexpensive version of Michael Jordan.