Stick Your Crumpled and Tiny Job, Top Cat

Dear Top Cat,

I have some news, which I think you will find crumpled.

Over the last few months, I have found working for Monsters Inc both crumpled and tiny.

It's fair to say that the company director is hairy and the clients are aggressive, but this has not stopped me from finding the work crumpled.

I have really enjoyed shouting with the company director and stealing teasing yogurts from colleague's desk. But all good things must come to an end.

As time has passed, I've found that my dreams of becoming a zombie have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a pair of scissors. I dream of getting up in the morning and snacking, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a raft and I'm almost there.

Thus I must resign from my job as a choir boy, to pursue my true calling as a zombie.

In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of perfection, which is why I leave with a crumpled heart.

Best of luck with your continued pursuit of hell on earth.

Yours sincerely
Me