This summer I spent a lot of time relaxing and enjoying the nice weather while officially taking my first writers strike. Since March, I’ve allowed Griffin to make three posts on my blog. I thought this was very generous on my part, however, the servants did not agree. They insisted I allow Griffin to post whenever he wants! I could not accept these terms and so was forced to go on strike while attempting to negotiate a more acceptable arrangement.

I was sure the servants would give-in, but after about a month, negotiations were still at a stale-mate. I decided to get out of my comfortable sun-bathing bed and use my secret weapon… irresistible cuteness!

My cuteness got me a lot of love and temptations, but still no internet access! I started to get depressed sitting around all day without my blog and all my cat friends…

So… I gave in, I caved, I stooped to an all-time low and agreed to let Griffin stick his giant head into my blog whenever he wants. I already accepted the fact that I would have to tolerate him in life, but looks like I’m officially stuck with him on my blog as well.

The last time I let Griffin write his own post, he wrote about puking up toilet paper… Hopefully my three month strike at least did some good by giving him enough time to lose some of his more disgusting habits so we never have to read about them!