Disclaimer: If you want unflinching tail wagging non sense and someone to create a ruckus in the house when you come home, get married or get a dog! But by all means, don’t pet a cat.

My movie-buff human and I were watching a Punjabi dubbed version of Garfield. The usually lazy Garfield mostly contributed to the hilarity in the movie and had an unwilling life full of action. My human looked at me and sighed wistfully seeing that I had captured the huge sofa for myself. As I stretched naturally, he realized that I would never share something like this with him. Why should I?

Grumpy. Moody. Lazy.  Such are the usual adjectives used to describe us cats. After the detrimental representative of us in ‘The Secret Life of Pets’, I have finally decided to don a pen in my paw and by my whisker’s swear, to expose the hypocrisy in these humans. They accuse us of massive mood swings, but at least we don’t oscillate our behaviour according to animal breeds. My own human deems brown mice ugly (how tasty are those vermin though!) but while watching ‘Stuart Little’ I saw a resolve in his eyes to buy a Hamster. That racist!

Ironically, we also have an aquarium in the house which boasts of a clownfish and a blue tang fish. You have no idea how wildly I dream of swallowing these beasts. That will surely send my human on a quest of finding both, Nemo and Dory, for his own good!

Hell hath no fury like a cat scorned, for everyone. But all hail the human. So much for loving pets, eh?