This morning, my stupid brother Nick made a sound like a goose. There are a bunch of geese that live behind the palace, so I can only assume he was practicing in the hopes of opening a dialogue with them later, although I cannot imagine what he could possibly want to talk to them about. They're surly, unpleasant neighbors, and I, for one, would rather they moved on. Perhaps he believes them to be supporters of the rodent rebellion, and he hopes to use one as a spy.
This is what happens when one misplaces his tail and forgets how to be a proper cat.
You have my permission to shun him indefinitely.
(Don't look at me like that! He wrote in my blog without my permission - he deserves it.)
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