Tuesday, December 23, 2014
I Am Not a Kitten!!
Now, you'd THINK Mom would know that by now. I mean, I passed my 10th birthday sometime back in October (how fitting that an orange cat should be born in the most orange month, right?) but no.
She still treats me like I'm 10 weeks old, not 10 years old. It's so undignified.
This morning she was getting ready to go out to whatever she does during the day. I'm laying on the floor - comfortably, i might add. She keeps passing around me, but hey, there's lots of room. And I'm snoozing away... until she grabs me, picks me up and carries me to the bed.
What the FLUFF, Mom? I was happy there. I let her know I wasn't happy about this move; I hissed at her. Quite frightening, I thought. She didn't seem to notice. I get no respect!
Anyway, I did stay on the bed because well, I was there now, but went over to the far side, and gave her my best outraged glower. She thought it was cute.
I give up. Totally disgusted, furriends.