HELP!

My official feeder's going to celebrate her baby's birthday! How come I NEVER HAD A BIRTHDAY PARTY?

Tadaima!

I'm baaaaaaaaaa~aaack! Now I start to look like my usual self. Decided to saunter away from the neighborhood for a while... only to check whether the official feeder and her family would raise some alarm. The thought that they'd search for me frantically while putting posters with my face on them made me warm all over. I was wrong, though. At least, when I returned, they showed their worries by... taking me to the vet. Not the kind of treatment that I had in mind, but still...

Once the baby cries, people run to his side. I have to squeal and meow and purr at least a zillion times... before they begin to notice me. Maybe this is my karma.

My official feeder prefers to feed her baby now. I thought I was supposed to be number one priority! I was wrong. Now I have to work hard to eat--being cute and sweet. My specialty in my previous life. Bad karma indeed.

I wonder. I puke on the floor yet they make such a big fuss about it. While the new baby pukes on their clothes, and here I repeat, ON THEIR CLOTHES, and still they consider him cute!

I hate human babies.

People say I can sleep anywhere and anytime I want to. Well, they're right... *yawn* 

I know I'm cute! So there! 

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