I am Wrigley the Cat. I am being held captive in an apartment in Los Angeles. It has a view of birds that I am unable to hunt. That sucks. I like wet food, but my humans mostly just give me dry food under the premise that my favorite food gives me hairballs. I think it's just another excuse to torture me. I like to sleep and lick myself, but mostly I am starting this blog to tell the world how awful my captivity is. I haven't had catnip for three days as of this writing. How am I supposed to survive in this environment?