And Everywhere My Spies
I once made a twitter for my cat, who has since departed my company - I'm assuming he either ran away, undoubtedly from the pressure of too much fame, or was stolen by a crazed fan. I had just had knee surgery, and was pretty doped up on pain medication (in my defense). Nonetheless, Lord Fuzzy Mittens Destroyer of All Mankind, got his own twitter. He actually had more followers than me, of which he posted about very triumphantly. I, or rather my cat, would tweet about thoughts, and happenings from the lazy days of laying around healing from surgery.
Lord Fuzzy Mittens Destroyer of All Mankind, was my faithful companion, and had much to say about his boring days watching me ice my knee and take pain meds. One day he posted pictures of all the little trinkets strewn about the house, saying : "And Everywhere My Spies!" He was quite paranoid. He had random thoughts about National Batman Day, and dealing with our dog. He also wished Harry Potter a happy birthday, and made friends with Grumpy Cat. Often, he would jest that his humans had no idea where he was using the bathroom - the litter box was mysteriously devoid of poop, and no one could figure out where he was hiding his number two.
Gone are the days of cuddling with my famous cat, and of course no other could take his place. For a brief moment I may have understood (and tweeted) his thoughts, therefore coming closer to becoming one with the feline mind - or was it just the Percocet?