this is not camp

Dear Person-mom Amy
Your sister (my so called "aunt") and her man are taking good care of me here in Connecticut. They call it Kitty Camp. I'm not stupid, I know it is not camp. For starters, there are no smores. Also, no birds inside. They brought me a feather but I did not care much about it. However, I did find the bird noises the man made at me to be very compelling. I considered attacking him just for fun.

Here's a picture of him explaining that there is no bird in the house.
This is ok though because there is kitty chow for me to eat, as well as what Auntie calls "easy bird".
Have I mentioned how much I really love corners? Rooms should have more of them. Maybe six or seven. Auntie says you are good at math and can figure out what the dimensions for a room like that would be since the corners need to each be at most 90 degrees. More than that is no good.

Your sister has some interesting ideas about fashion. I told her checks and stripes do not go well together but she insisted I try this on anyhow. I would prefer something with sequins and feathers.
We played with my toys. Auntie and her man are fond of Crab and Catnip pillow. I like Shoelace.


I ate some catnip straight out of the bag. Then I looked like this.
When I calmed down a little, Auntie gave me love and pats...


...until she fell asleep. Look at her, so relaxed. So unsuspecting. Maybe I will go spit in her ear again.

- Rosie