Pumpkin's Purrspective: "The Monday Roar"

  

Dear Peasants,

As you can clearly see, I am ferocious.

I don't care if you thought this was a yawn. It was a battle cry. I was prepare to attack the invisible forces of injustice — like closed treat bags, unattended sunbeams, and that suspicious vacuum that stands tall in the corner. 

I woke up, did three dramatic stretches, knocked down something from the counter just to feel alive, and then let out this primal roar to declare, "I am king of the living room and beyond!"

You may now proceed with Monday — but only after snacks. And belly rubs. And that weird voice you use to tell me I'm the ultimate soft heated blanket for your lap needs. 

Stay fierce, stay floofy. 

With a mighty meow,
Pumpkin

P.S. If anyone tells you I was just yawning — bite them gently. Then act like nothing happened. Works every time.