My apologies for going dark. I was forced into hiding due to a few bad decisions which were fortunately and not immediately detected by the authorities. With age, generally comes maturity. Per the short haired authority, “Not in my case” were his exact words. I have now been branded a menace. I word I do not understand nor feel I should appreciate.
For some reason, both authorities constantly roam around my urban gymnasium chanting “Sophie the Destroyer” every time they see me. The unfamiliarity of the authority’s language haunts me yet again. They also say my name with gritted teeth and in a very undertone grumble. I have apparently struck a nerve. Good.
Seen below are a few spy photos that the authorities managed to capture. Descriptions will be listed below and in photo captions. I am quite proud of them.
Exhibit A: I am not allowed on the counter so I compromised.
Exhibit B: When I no have a box, a bag I can has. Is mine.
Exhibit C: This is my menace face. Touch my belly. I dare ya.
Exhibit D: And weeeeeeee!
To my allies, stay tuned. Sophie is coming.
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