Gayatri, the One-Eyed Pirate Wonder Queen here:
I wish to lodge a formal complaint about my monkeys on the subject of suitable scratching materials. Yes, I know this environment has been amply supplied with scratching posts. As a thoroughly civilized feline, I am acquainted with their appearance and use. I do use them, and my svelte figure at the august age of a decade is ample proof of my dedication to such exercise. However, they lack a certain je ne sais quoi. Such quoi was sadly lacking in my life until…
…the yoga mats appeared. O heavenly plushy stickiness, of the perfection for the sinking-in of claws and the ripping-forth with great satisfaction!
Needless to say, my monkeys were Not Amused by the exercise of my natural rights. They rolled the mats up. I found them. They put the rolled up mats into the compartment of a cabinet. I found it, crawled in, and indulged myself.
I must admit that never once did my monkeys shriek, roll up newspaper, or throw their feces in my general direction. They are civilized monkeys.
And inventive. Recently when I searched out the cubby containing my now-favorite scratching material I found it was covered — draped — with a fleece blanket.
I present, therefore, my protest portrait.