Looking into my eyes.....now I have you in my web!

Meowllo, My names Bela Salvadore', or at least thats what my human calls me. You see I'm a cat, and a mighty crafty handsome one at that, faced with a challenge. 

My human is always complaining about the bills and how she just doesn't have the money to keep me in tuna and catnip all the time, and "Why don't you get a job and help out around here?" Grrrowl as if it easy catching birds in flight and spying tiny mice before the slip into their holes of oblivion. Honestly!  I never seen her staring at a hole in the wall for hours just to perchance see some movement. She suggested I do commercials or model for calendars for some extra scratch. Sounds like hard work to me that might cut into my napping time, and all those strangers wanting to groom and pet me, Yeowl. Hours of licking every hair into place just to be mussed up for a photo? I think not!

So I got a wild hair one day and came up with this scheme to sell off all this extra stuff on Ebay that cuts into prime napping space. (Considering what a terrible mouser she is I doubt if she'll even notice.) So I depluuure anyone who reads this to help a guy out, so I don't have to become some lasagna eating cartoon cat or to be told to look at some birdy (that isn't even there) and then to be blinded by the light from those contraptions.