But it's frustrating, you know? I can't sit in her lap unless I share it with the icky sticky, I can't use the computer, I can't get out the door to beat the butt of the neighbor's cat, I can't do anything that requires opposable thumbs.... To ease my frustration, I've increased the times per night I rattle the garbage can and scratch on the door. Especially the new "baby gate" door they put up to guard Pink Thing's room, with all it's pwecious wittle toys, from the soon-to-be-mobile Loud Thing. More on that stupid gate later.
Sincerely,
MK
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The nerve of these typing slaves. I've heard that mine is planning to desert me in another day or so to go back to some place called "the office." I wonder how she expects me to receive sufficient petting when she isn't around. And who is supposed to feed me if my dish becomes empty during the day?
I think it's time to bring back ankle batting in our home to express my displeasure....or maybe I'll just put a few more gashes in the couch. I must consider all the options.
I couldn't figure out what was going on in the Jack picture until I saw the tiny orange tabby at the bottom of the tree. I bet Meankitty would love an opportunity like that!
o, hi there Meankitty, i visited ur bloggie to see wheres Rascal be.
i hears u. can't mommies jus dommy-nate tha computer. i'm a ree-purter 'n i haf important work ta do.
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