The human made me write a guest blog post on her poetry blog. I think I made a great poem, and then she just used it to try to sell copies of her novel.
Did I mention she made me be a character in her book?
Now she made me pose for publicity shots. She made me stand there surrounded by all kinds of yummy browse...weeds and mulberry bushes and flowers and nettles.
She wouldn't let me eat them!
Next time she says, "Millie, can you come here a minute?" this is going to be my answer!
That will show her!