Not that it bothers me in the least, but the humans are on the warpath. They’ve taken extreme measures, so that I don’t get to eat as much as I want anymore. This is as good a definition of “crisis” as I can imagine.

A depressing reality has dawned on me. I thought I was master of my domain, but recent incursions into my land have thrown back this veil of delusion. It’s time I accept the truth: Mr. Biscuit is just a house cat.