Dear Diary,
My owners have not gained any common sense. They decided that I should take the oh-so-horrid cat training.
I don't need to train any part of me, oh but they think that I need to be proper and polite. EXCUSE ME? Hellooo reality check.
My name is GRUMPY CAT not polite and proper cat. My word the only pro thing about it is that beautiful and oh-so-amazing Jennifer was taking the training as well!
The trainers started off by telling us how to sit at dinner. Oh the rubbish they tell us. Sit with a straight spine and paws on the table. Only if you have washed them. But who are they kidding we cats
don't wash our hands thank you very much. And for furture reference I absolutely hate the feeling of it touching my fur.
Anyways...after that horrible lesson we moved on how to help our owners with simple chores like getting the morning paper. Ehem I don't pick up the paper. That's why
humans have feet. Duh! Well after the training I was picked up by my owners not before I told Jen (instead of Jennifer) that we should share tuna sometime. I haven't heard from her yet, but I think she'll agree.
Sorry for rambling on so much I can't help it!
Till tomorrow,
Grumpy Cat 🐾 ;)
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فكاهةDear Diary, Im a cat. Im grumpy. Im very hungry all the time. Gimme food. I don't care about table manners just feed me! Idiots.... Diary why don't you help me? Ever?, Grumpy cat
