Well, I knew that she'd be kinda tired after her first day back at her "job." Little did I know that she'd be ticked off, too. Humans can be so touchy, but I guess that I should put myself in her place and think about the word "staff." I guess it does sound more like "hired help" than the one who supplies the boys and me with treats, cans, and big bags of kibble (she keeps us in the high-priced stuff) ... although I'm not too thrilled with weekly nail trims and that nasty smelling flea treatment.
So, okay ... UNCLE already. I'll call her "mom" if that'll make her happy and will keep her from locking me out of the bedroom. Sleeping in the hallway with Lucky Charmz pretty much sucks. He says that I snore. Right. Well, he runs in his sleep like a dog and his whiskers twitch. Don't get me started about Mr. Fuzzypants and the afghan ... He looks like he's kneading pizza dough.
Let's hope that tomorrow is less tiring because it's after 7:30 PM and we still haven't had our treat ... Time to start squawking. Maybe I can get Cocoa Puff motivated enough to open the cabinet ... I'm in the mood for LOBSTER.