It’s A Mess
October 1, 2009
Some days I wonder why in the world Mom and Dad would want to bring a slobbering baby into this house. Mom is driving me crazy this morning with lots and lots of baby stuff. She says we’ve only got 7 weeks to get everything ready, so we better get on the ball. She’s washing all these little clothes that are so small I don’t think I could even fit into them, and she’s got stacks of random baby stuff all over the place.
She’s got some medical equipment looking something sitting in my favorite chair…it says “breast pump” on the box whatever that is, and I can’t get to my favorite window because of all the bags of things called “diapers” that are stacked everywhere!
Mom, please take all this stuff away, and think about not bringing home a baby after all. Remember how loud and slobbery they can be? Remember how annoying Bubba was when you brought him home? He was a baby then, too, and he drove us all up the wall!
I at least hope if you do decide to bring this slobbering annoying creature into our household you will at least reward me for putting up with this thing. I deserve at least a few cans of tuna, and maybe even a new catnip toy.
