Those of you who have followed Measi’s blog for a while likely know about me. I predate this blog. I predate all of her blogs. And I’m tired of her spending time on the computer when she should be petting ME instead.
See, today’s a perfect example. Mom stays home because it’s icy and cold and the roads are dangerous. So I figure – sweet! Mom’s going to do what I expect her to do: sit on the couch all day so she can pet me. But does she? No. She says she has too much work to do. That she can’t afford a day sitting around because she has lots of projects all due at the same time and she’s going to go, as she terms it, “batshit insane” if she doesn’t get stuff done.
So she goes upstairs to her office and works at her desk. And there’s not a lot of space there for me. Her chair is too high so her legs slope down and I can’t sit on her properly. Doesn’t mean I won’t try, but still – I can’t get comfy. And do you know what she did? She put me on the floor. I mean, really – can you imagine such an insult?
I want to file a formal complaint to the establishment that Mom didn’t pet me properly today. I refuse to be treated in such an improper manner.
Colorado Catticus K. the First