August 20, 2026

There are two kinds of people. Those who love cats, like me, Pumpkin, Robert Smith, and those who hate them.

The second kind is my neighbour, a French guy, a blondie twenty-something, mad, who was complaining today about how Smelly once went through the window into his apartment at 6 o’clock in the morning and woke him up, and he was not able to fall asleep again and also how that cat walks a few times around his window.

“I hope it was the last time”, he added.

Pumpkin thinks his blood pressure might be high, which would explain why he’s so mean.