Entry 4: The Cat-astrophe
Today was a day of cat-astrophic proportions. I woke up to find that my cat, Mr. Whiskers, had shredded the entire contents of my favorite sweater collection. I mean, who needs a social life when you have a cat that can turn a simple sweater into a mangled mess?
As I sat amidst the ruins of my wardrobe, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. I mean, what's the point of even having a cat when they're just going to destroy your stuff?
But in all seriousness, I'm starting to think that Mr. Whiskers may have a hidden talent for interior design. I mean, who needs IKEA when you have a cat that can declutter your closet for you?
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