Hello everybody. My name is Whiskers. The man who had just bought me from the store brought me into Balsam Tailors this morning--for what reason, I do not know. But what I do know is that I will become a special gift for an adorable little girl this Christmas. -- Also, please stop staring at the yellow hair growing out of my ears. It makes me feel very uncomfortable.
On the way to Balsam Tailors, I overheard the man who bought me mumble to himself that I had a weird appendage sticking out from under my lovely dress. I hope he knows that that weird appendage is my tail.
I am aware that my weird appendage sticks out too much and is clearly visible from the front. But I was made this way and it can't possibly be my fault.
Oh wait, why am I lying face down on the table like this?! I hope this is a place where I get pretty clothes made and my being on the table is part of the process.
STORY ABOUT AN UNFORTUNATE CAT TO BE CONTINUED...
(Disclaimer: The cat doesn't really talk. But this story is based on actual facts. Also, no real live animals were hurt in this event.)
