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Cats
- Thread starter belamyi
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Humans are the biggest control freaks.
They shut every door in the house like they’re guarding secrets.
Excuse me?
This is my house, my kingdom and you think you can block access to my territories?
You wander freely from room to room, but the moment I want to go through a door, it’s “in or out, Felix?”
Both, Mother.
Always both.
I don’t see you standing outside your bedroom meowing for permission to enter.
No, you just barge in wherever you like but apparently I’m “being dramatic” when I expect the same courtesy.
So yes, I’ll scratch the door.
Yes, I’ll dig the carpet up if the door won’t open, I’ll simply build a new entrance.
Yes, I’ll scream like I’m summoning spirits until it opens.
Yes, I’ll stand in the doorway for ten minutes, staring into the abyss it’s called strategy, look it up.
Because until cats are granted open door policies and unrestricted household access, I will continue my campaign of chaos.
This is a movement, my feline friends.
Freedom to roam, freedom to choose, freedom to confuse.
Felix chaos in formalwear, door inspector general, and master of indecision.
Hahaha.
They shut every door in the house like they’re guarding secrets.
Excuse me?
This is my house, my kingdom and you think you can block access to my territories?
You wander freely from room to room, but the moment I want to go through a door, it’s “in or out, Felix?”
Both, Mother.
Always both.
I don’t see you standing outside your bedroom meowing for permission to enter.
No, you just barge in wherever you like but apparently I’m “being dramatic” when I expect the same courtesy.
So yes, I’ll scratch the door.
Yes, I’ll dig the carpet up if the door won’t open, I’ll simply build a new entrance.
Yes, I’ll scream like I’m summoning spirits until it opens.
Yes, I’ll stand in the doorway for ten minutes, staring into the abyss it’s called strategy, look it up.
Because until cats are granted open door policies and unrestricted household access, I will continue my campaign of chaos.
This is a movement, my feline friends.
Freedom to roam, freedom to choose, freedom to confuse.
Felix chaos in formalwear, door inspector general, and master of indecision.
Hahaha.
