I was very, very nice to the Woman and didn't wake her at all until
7:15 this morning. I also did not tell her that the Man was home and already fed me,
but she kinda figured that out when I breathed into her face and
she could smell the stinky goodness. Did she appreciate the fact that I
didn't wake her at 3:30 or 4:30 or 5:30? Or that I woke her before she
wet the bed, because she obviously had to go as evidenced by her getting
up and going into the giant litterbox room? No. Not one iota of thanks.
Well, she gave me a couple head skritches but that was it. Sheesh.
I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, because sometimes my thinks are just farking poetic and should be shared with the world some day, and I'm really tempted to write an epic one about her not appreciating me as much as she should. I'll title it
Well, Yeah My Breath Stinks, But So Do You.
Win the damned Nobel Prize with that one, for sure.
8 comments:
I are pretty sure ya would.
I bet a book of poetry by you would be a best seller, Max!
Sounds like a good new book title, Max. We say go fer it!!!
You's should do what I's do Max, takes a flying leap right into the middle of their chest... make sure your nose is nice and wet and rub it all over their nose.. and when they open their mouth to say, what are you..... then you stick your nose in their mouth, with a good head butt after.
Gets them every time!
Luvs,
Rose, the not so kitten, kitten
We are all underappreciated for everything we do, people just have no idea!
MOL. We'd buy that book, Max.
lovely work, i am in love with your story, this is fantastic work Adopt a dog
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