No, Hooman. Just No.

It's my duty to inspect things for my hooman; his food, his furniture, his shopping, his cupboards, his general tidiness (lacking), his smell...and his clothes.

It's in his best interests.
I'm looking out for him.

I noticed his clothes cupboard slightly open before.

I don't like closed doors.
I meowed at it.

Hooman said; 'Really? It's not that interesting, Frankie'

I meowed again.
And again.
And again.

He huffed; 'Okay then - go in if you really want to'

I went into the clothes cupboard.
It smelt a bit musty.

I looked up at the clothes.
Pinks, blues, bright yellow, a lot of black, some grey.
Not great.

I lifted my head and had sniffs.
It all lacked catty scent.
Also not great.

I pawed at the clothes.
My claws got stuck.
I meowed for my hooman's help.
He took too long.

We got my claws free.

I decided.
I don't like the clothes in that cupboard.
My hooman can do better.

I have meowed my notes to him on this matter.
I hope he listens to my advice.





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