All your base are belong to us!

Dear Kitten
I thought we agreed that no cats should be on the table. Especially when you've been out in the mud and I got a white clean table cloth on it.
Sincerely
Your Human

Pics or it didn't happen!
/Mattis The Cat

Kitten... I caught it on camera. Now, stop walking around with muddy paws on my table!
/Annoyed Human





Fuck...
/Mattis The Cat


Wait a minute...What do you mean "your" table?
All your base are belong to us!
/The Cats

The Queen is dead! Long Live The Kings!

A year has past since I last wrote any letters to my cat.

Nyx The Cat has now gone further to hunt on the eternal mice hunting fields. I mourned my beloved cat Nyx for a long time. She was a psychotic little monster, but such an adorable little beloved monster she was.
Now two new cats have found a home with me.  (Or rather, I am accepted to live in their house under their supervision.)
And guess what? They also drags in unwanted dead mice, knocks over my tea-cups and gets bored when it's cold outside.
So I decided to keep writing letters, but to them this time.

Meet Mattis and Borka, the two cat brothers that put the B in Brothers. They fight and lick each other with the same passion and steal food from each other too.

Queen Nyx is dead. Long Live the Kings Mattis and Borka!