The Cat

Since "the cat" probably is stalking me on facebook

and probably is reading my blogg

I feel safer writing the following message in english

'cause I'm quite certain he doesn't know english

It all started a year ago when I moved to stockholm

And "the cat" decided that that was my way of saying

I give up!

For years we had been fighting

Fighting over my parents attention

Fighting over my/his bed

Fighting over who was the fastest

to run down the stairs.

We haven't fought fair

And I'm not proud over the things I have done.

But as they say

In Love and War everything is okey?

But back to the story.

"The cat" saw me moving to Stockholm as me waving the white flag.

So ever since I've moved he has considered my room as his room!

And my bed, as his bed.

Wich has developed into a fight everytime I've been home to visit.

And so, now, I'm living with my parents over the summer and "the cat"

has gone insane. He's using every trick in the book to try breaking me down.

The last weeks he has been using the same torure methods the japaneese cats

used during the 2nd world war.

He's been snoring really loud in my ear att night.

running back and forth in the room trying to make as much noice as possible.

He is even trying to puch me out of the bed using his feet an claws.

I get out of bed every morning feeling tired and he's just lying there

pleased with himself, sleeping all day long so that he can disturb me during the night.

Now I think this must come to an end

So I have decided that it's time for me to develope a plan of evil myself

Even do I'm not sure I'll have enough time.

Untill then, I would epriciate all the inside info you have about "the cat"

That could be of my interest.

And if I don't come out of this war whole and healthy

remember, I love you all!

xxx Agnes Cecilia