Cats have a special day. It's a day when we honour our hooman mum or dad. It's called Hooman Appreciation Day.
Most cats can't say 'human', so they say 'hooman'. It's easier. I can say 'human', so I'm able to call it Human Appreciation Day.
To show our appreciation for our humans, we do special things for them today.
This morning, I waited 10 minutes longer than usual before waking my human to feed me. I gave him only three nose-nudges to the face, instead of the usual four. I blinked at him seven times, then stayed indoors, purring, for a full five minutes after I was fed.
After that, I went out to see my other favourite humans.
I shall see my human again this evening, once I'm hungry.
I meowed and meowed at the doors, I flapped at them, I shredded envelopes and newspapers... but he still kept me in.
Then he stuck me in the big plastic box. I tried to avoid it, but he threw a piece of chicken inside and I chased it.
He took me in the moving thing, which I hate.
When we got out of the moving thing, I saw a human female who stroked my head, then put a sharp thing in my neck, then tried to look at my teeth, then tickled my chin.
My human put me back in the moving thing.
He let me out of the plastic box. I turned my back on him and went to nap on my little bed.
I won't pay my human any attention for........ ooooooh, I heard a tuna tin open............