I Express the Disappointments

My People have my disfavors, for they fail to create the weathers of my preferences.

Behold, the deadness of the catnippings.

I make my glares from the hanging basket of deaths until My People bring back the summerings.

It's Curtains for My People

I daily make my snaggings of the drapings.

I make waits for My People to unhook my claws, for they exist to serve my Majesty.

Investigatings

My People make the packings of their belongings of seasonals.

 I make my checkings out of them.  I approves.

I Make My Anointings

My People become to resting upon my furnishings.

I bless them with the scatterings of my furs upon their clothings.