I never had any of my own, and I failed to ask King Spitty if I could borrow his. LOOK at this outrage, this insufferable indignity I had to endure TONIGHT. The nightmarish handling! The terror filled moments punctuated with kisses from the perpetrator. My claws....my beautiful claws...gone. GONE I say. They will grow again but that matters not. I had to allow this in my own home!
And to think I offered my hospitality! The quintessence of Queenly favor. To what avail? Captured in my own home next to my thick beddie by the very girl I welcomed in. Wrapped in our TN orange towel and bundled like a burrito. The idea.
Oh, the pain. The disrespect. I need to go take a nap now. Then I will take to my bed.
PeeEss. Blurry due to extreme action on the part of the Queen (and the captor)
|There WILL be repercussions.|