The NJ Waif is turning 40

Hi...It's me Annie Grace.....

Yet another one of her "older " people is turning 40! I am instructed to say Happy 40th Birthday to the NJ Waif!!! This would be Sammer's ......the very modern cat in NJ formerly from NYC.... ANT..No it's not a typo...they have ANTS not Aunts down there. Wow...you sure hang out with OLDER people. She says yes ..............she does. I now peer at her......challenging her to continue with a slew of lies. SHE is not 32!!! Once again she bypasses this by fluttering about looking for lip gloss so she can go for a walk. All I can do is shake my head, drop a clump of hair, deposit yet more corrugated cardboard on the floor from my scratch pad, take a swipe at the leather chair and go to my window....for solitude and reflection.
The NJ Waif was over for dinner recently and I did actually feign some interest. Actually my whole thought process was to create some havoc on her perfectly Divine outfit. I almost succeeded by trying to tangle my claw in her sweater.....almost! I am being patient and figure pantyhose season is coming and I should do just fine. Also, the winter black clothing season will work quite nicely for my hair clumps.......cashmere would be preferable. COME ON OVER WAIF!!!
In my thinking hours....ooops....HOUR......I am pondering this up coming season. What will happen to The Toad? Due to rising fuel...will I have to cuddle with her...or freeze? Does she have time to rotate her wardrobe? Are her fashionable boots going to be accessible for chewing or will they be under lock and key? Why is she showing me a red polar fleece jacket that looks to be about my size?.....Oh my goodness!...It's HIS! I am not WEARING that thing. Will I get turkey? I am so exhausted now I must tap into my 16 hours of sleep............