Sigh. Yes, it is time for another issue of The Nugget. How dreary. You'd think that between petting me, feeding me, turning on the fire when I give "the stare," and shopping for outfits humans would have enough to do. Apparently, some still have the time and need to read The Nugget. Whatever.
Accordingly, I got up from one of my favorite indoor winter nap spots with a good window view in case rats or birds go by, sat in the Editor's Chair, and instructed my human to get on with it. If you're not pleased with the result, do let me know. I'll punish my human by walking on the convertible top of his Porsche. That does just drive him BATTY!