I'm Not So Stupid

I got yelled at for being rude while Stine was here visiting from Denmark. Go figure!

For one, Stine is the sole reader of the weasels’ blog and believes their lies (I even heard her bring up the flying poop incident). For two, she was trying to bring a skunk into MY home (I think the slave would have permitted it if they could have figured out a way of getting Stinky into the U.S.). For three, she helped in convincing Sassy’s slave to get another weasel to participate in the torture of Kali and Simba (two other kitties forced to endure the trials of living in a mustelid-filled home). And last but not least, I smelled Sassy on her. Even the ferrets admit that Sassy is a no-good trouble-maker!

My guess is that Stine was visiting my home in some sort of weasel-induced conspiracy to rid homes of cats, forcing them to be alley-living dumpster-divers while weasels are allowed to keep our rightfully owned slaves and mansions.

Forgive me for my paranoia, but surely you see what is going on here?

I know Stine allows a cat, Mr. Kefa, to live within her home and she did take in and care for those four kittens—but I think it's all a cover. I always see pictures of her neighbor’s ferret posted on her blog and well, I’m just not convinced that she is on my side.

After all, how many pictures did she take of the ferrets? Too many. How many pictures did she take of me? Zero. Who would want pictures of those despicable little creatures? Especially when I am so fine for resting the eyes upon?

One can never be too cautious around weasels and their supporters.
~Mashed Potato~