Score One For The Kitteh
September 2, 2009
I learned my lesson. If I want anything done around here I need to blog about it. Then Gramma Kayce reads it, and she fusses at Dad until it gets done. Score one for the kitteh. I am the king!
Just let me keep thinking that, mmkay?
You know if Dad would spend less time playing video games and shopping for cigars online and more time taking care of my needs I might be nicer to him. Then again he’d have to be nicer to me, too, and I just don’t see that happening. We’ve learned to hate each other mutually, and after 6 years there’s no going back now.
Oh well I have a clean litter box, a full food dish, and a full water bowl. Dad’s not home to kick me off the computer or his favorite pillow (evil laugh), so what more do I have to complain about? Bah, I think it’s time to go torture Bubba. Maybe that will entertain me for awhile.
