Hello, can you see this? It's me, Target! I'm purring very loudly because I'm furry excited to be blogging again.
I've just discovered that I'm a member of the naughty kitty club. Au says it's because the day after mummy cat brought me home, I climbed up the back of a 2 m tall antique mirror and PUSHED until it went down with a crash and smashed into a million pieces.
This is a picture of me afterwards.
Mummy cat thought it was a sign that I should be called Attila or Destructor, but T-man thought that one mishap should not follow me throughout life.
Since then I have been very good. I've only smashed mummycat's favourite tea cup, and a plate, and a glass, and a sort of bowl thing. Mummy cat says it's OK because it's my kontribooshun to industry. I think that means that I help employ people.
So I don't see why I should be in the naughty kitty club. Or why Au calls me a clumsy fur brain! Do you?