Hi......It's me....Annie Grace......................
I inquired more about this bonfire night and the cast of characters. This is Eskimo....it seems she is she is moving to Florida with DiDi. They can't take "The Cold" and off they go! The Lady said the fabulous boots must be in the mail to her now as Eskimo might have run out of time and could not drop them off before she left. I think I would like her...she has 22 cats and 7 years of Glamour magazines which I could chew on. But what I have been thinking about is that I should go too. I am just plain ticked off that The Lady had closed all the windows. Every single one. It was my daily duty to sit IN ...not in front of....IN the window all day. I am so irritated and have sat in front of the window and hit my paw on it. She just peers at me from over her glasses and says "Annie...whats wrong?" WHATS WRONG???? Look....the window is shut! I know she tells me. It's cold. Well now I am frightened for this winter. Mind you she has not turned the heat up. "Just put on another sweater she says'. No, I will not wear clothing. I am a CAT. Not your toy. (Like HIM). I have figured out a way to get warm. The hood of the car with a warm engine. It's not the best environment but I have to make do. I have never viewed myself as a garage cat but this is my salvation. the engine is warm for quite a few hours. Usually half way into my magic warm slumber she appears and sweetly says "Annie, I have to go out so I need the car." But of course you do.....again! I am plucked up and brought upstairs to sit in front of a closed window. If I can not go to FL then I must fiend for myself. Please note...the car is dirty. Eskimo...if you want a 23rd cat....I am here.
I inquired more about this bonfire night and the cast of characters. This is Eskimo....it seems she is she is moving to Florida with DiDi. They can't take "The Cold" and off they go! The Lady said the fabulous boots must be in the mail to her now as Eskimo might have run out of time and could not drop them off before she left. I think I would like her...she has 22 cats and 7 years of Glamour magazines which I could chew on. But what I have been thinking about is that I should go too. I am just plain ticked off that The Lady had closed all the windows. Every single one. It was my daily duty to sit IN ...not in front of....IN the window all day. I am so irritated and have sat in front of the window and hit my paw on it. She just peers at me from over her glasses and says "Annie...whats wrong?" WHATS WRONG???? Look....the window is shut! I know she tells me. It's cold. Well now I am frightened for this winter. Mind you she has not turned the heat up. "Just put on another sweater she says'. No, I will not wear clothing. I am a CAT. Not your toy. (Like HIM). I have figured out a way to get warm. The hood of the car with a warm engine. It's not the best environment but I have to make do. I have never viewed myself as a garage cat but this is my salvation. the engine is warm for quite a few hours. Usually half way into my magic warm slumber she appears and sweetly says "Annie, I have to go out so I need the car." But of course you do.....again! I am plucked up and brought upstairs to sit in front of a closed window. If I can not go to FL then I must fiend for myself. Please note...the car is dirty. Eskimo...if you want a 23rd cat....I am here.
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