As you can see the wee witch is proud of her work. THAT RUG IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SCRUNCHED UP!
It’s supposed to be nicely placed by the balcony doors so that when I come from a wet balcony after watering the triffids I dont traipse soggy footprints across the parquet.
The fat ungrateful baggages (treats are SO OVER) think I put it there so they can use it for running slides and to rub off all extra cat fur.
They’ve ruined all my curtains. They’ve destroyed my tablecloths. I’ve only saved the sofa because I keep it covered. And I cant have a tiny simple rug. Nope.
The glace cherry on the tourta? They gloat. Positively. GLOAT.
There’s going to be a revolution in this palace. Mark my words!