Mrrrowww~ 🐾
Ohh… my sweet little whiskers, where do I begin? tucks paws neatly under chest and purrs softly, tail curling around self This is Miiish — yes, like a hiss and a soft meow all at once — and I come to you, dear Admin Icepick, with ears low and a heart as heavy as a bowl of stale kibble.
I must confess, what I did… was not very purrfessional. I, Miiish, a humble feline of Polish persuasion (and thus naturally proud, stubborn, and prone to random zoomies), lost my temper. I lashed out. I said words no kitten should ever utter, let alone to a being of authority. And then I ran — not gracefully, like a tabby leaping through a sunbeam, but cowardly… like a startled cat knocking over a vase and bolting under the couch.
You see, the station — it’s like a big cardboard box to me. Strange, a bit chaotic, but oh-so-intriguing. And sometimes, when I’m too curious (you know what they say about cats and curiosity…), I poke my nose into things I shouldn’t. That day, I poked too far. I self-antagonized — not because I wanted to ruin anyone’s day, but because, perhaps, I was bored. Restless. Like a housecat watching birds through the window but denied the hunt.
Then came the bwoink — that sudden, jarring noise, like a vacuum cleaner being turned on while I'm napping peacefully on the windowsill. I panicked. I hissed. I said very mean things to you, Admin Icepick, who was only doing your job — like a kind but firm human trying to get me out of the sink.
For that… I am truly, deeply, fluffily sorry.
It's been more than just “two minutes,” if we're speaking emotionally. In cat time, it’s been several naps, a full grooming session, and at least one bout of dramatic self-reflection while staring at nothing. I realize now how silly it was. How disrespectful. How ungrateful. The server is your domain, your litterbox to maintain, and I — I just tracked dirt all over it.
So I ask you, not with claws out, but with soft paws forward — let me come back. Let me curl up in the corner of the server once more. I promise, no more hissing at admins. No more unauthorized chaos. I will follow the rules, like a cat finally respecting the boundaries of the kitchen counter… well, trying, at least.
Please consider unbanning this mischievous Polish feline. I’ve learned. I’ve grown. And I’ve coughed up the metaphorical hairball of my past behavior.
With whiskers twitching in hope,
Miiish 🐾
P.S. I can bring fish. Or socks. Whatever makes it right again.
