Spring is coming and it makes me mad. My humanoids are sadistic, living in a house with big windows to see the outside, but not letting me go to the outside. Today I was just laying on the table, sunning my handsome belly, when I noticed a bug. It's wing flutter I caught out of the corner of my eye with my amazing hunter senses. Rolling to a crouch, I watched the doomed buggy zig zag around. With a twitch of my hindquarters for momentum, I lunged at the hapless insect, razor sharp claws ready to rip him to shreds!!! DAMMIT!!! Smacked my handsome face into the big window!! Irritating humanoids and their impenetrable glass!!!! I want that bug! I lunge again as the moth bonks itself into the window, higher up now. Dammit! This window is too big and it keeps me from my prey! I click angrily at my humanoid, who is preparing to eat her prey. Why, stupid humanoid, why? Why do you tease me with the outside, with the lure of winged things? Why? Why, dammit, why? She coos at me, like the idiot, and pats my head, laughing at my impotence. Filled with frustration, I attack the moth again and get a nice faceful of glass. The bug is in the outside and taunts me with his ability to fly away. I glare at my humanoid. It is her fault I have lost this battle.

I hate my humanoid...and I hate the Spring.