My Dear Public,

I try to act with decorum. With civility. It is surprisingly difficult, to be quite honest. I am orange. I am small. I am furry. I draw stares.

When I am out in my street clothes, don't point. Don't giggle and gawk. I know I'm a cat. I know I'm wearing clothes. Please let me be – if my be-cottoned presence is so offensive, it may please you to know that on any given day, I have but a few easily-avoided stops as I make my way through town. In sequence, they are:

1) The Olde Livery building – 10:33 am,
2) The Kissing Stone – 11:28 am,
3) The Footbridge – 11:47 am,
4) Frabert's Fresh Foods – 11:50 am,
5) Templin Gardens – 12:16 pm

Please bear in mind these times and give me a wide berth, for I cannot bear your cruelty.

Ever thine,

Marvin Quincy Longbody-Horriblekitten