My Depression

Recently I have been feeling very neglected since no-one is ever at home anymore. No-one loves me so I have taken a place of dishonour sleeping up on the kitchen grocery cupboard. I sit there facing the wall because I don't deserve to survey my kingdom anymore. Now I spend my days up in my cupboard sleeping in a basket and my nights sitting staring at a wall.

I just can't understand why no-one is around while I'm down from my cupboard home to pet me. I have obviously done something wrong. In fact I was getting so desperate for attention that I went to visit the builders next door for some attention. I remember things getting a bit smoky while I was visiting, but I can't remember leaving there and when I woke up half the fur on my belly was gone. In fact, the fur near my tail has gotten considerably thinner as well.

I have to wonder if they might have tried to shave me in my moment of smoky weakness. Why does the world hate me so...... People are not around when I want to play and those that I find to play with try to shave me. I mean do you know how silly I would look without my fur. I mean my fur gives me my size. Without it I'm only a tiny 2kg cat but with it I'm a giant 20kg monster.

Maybe if I gave other people more of my time and stopped trying to get them to revolve around my schedule they might give me more attention. But why should I make the effort. Ok so they work, but so do I. Sleeping for 16hours a day isn't easy. I mean I even have to get up to eat dinner in the kitchen. No-one even has the decency to bring me my bowl in bed. What kind of world am I living in where a cat has to make the effort for attention and to get a decent comfy meal. My mother never has to put up with this I mean she gets KFC mash and gravy served to her while she's sleeping on a pillow. Ok, granted she came down to get it, but am I really expected to do all the work?