Journal+3+Photograph

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 Hello there, my name is Mr. Tinkles. Yea, I know, great name right? Maybe then you will understand my story. My 'owners', the Bortners, are a big bunch. There are five kids, Mercedes, Helga, Jen, Timberland, and Nevaeh. Now, this family loves to take pictures. Pictures of everything, the beach, the kids, sports, flowers, and even me. A bit too much of me. Personally, I'm not very fond of my pictures, I don't think I am very photogenic. But yet, they insist on taking pictures. It's not like I can come out and tell them I don't like getting my picture taken. Shhh, don't tell, they think I can't talk. Silly humans. But anyway, they continue day in, and day out, to take pictures of me, sometimes when I sleep, sometimes when I eat, even when Mr. Tinkles has to tinkle. So I must find a way to get them to stop! My first plan was to find their camera and put it in the toilet. And yet they caught me in the act. And guess what, they took a picture of me carrying the camera. My second plan was to run away. When I snuck out, the minute I walked out the door the neighbor's dog came running after me! Barking and slobbering everywhere! Filthy creatures, those dogs. So I unfortunately had to run my little tail right back inside. Nothing I do is going to work it seemed. And then it hit me, a little light bulb popped above my head, well actually it was another flash from that gosh darn camera! But, I figured out that I must make them believe me that I don’t like it. The next time they took a picture I would make such a ridiculous face that they are forced to never take a picture again.  And then my victim came, little Nevaeh. She was about three at this time. She stumbled her way towards me with her mommy’s camera. She went to press the shutter button, and BAM!!! I got up on my hind legs put my arms up and hissed my loudest of hisses. She fell back onto the couch, and started to cry. Of course the rest of the family came to investigate the source of the horrible screeching sound of her cry. And that little girl ratted me out. That was the last day I saw any of the Bortners, they put me up for adoption. But by the hair on my chinny chin chin, they will never forget this cat. And mark my words, mess with this kitty, and Mr. Tinkles will strike again!