Having children with George

Hi...it's me...Annie Grace....
I have been spending my days under the Christmas Tree. My fur clumps on the velvet tree skirt stick quite nicely there. Also in the evening I now get to sit in the windows where the candles are which draws in all the little moths. As they go insane for the light I just sit and swipe the glass. Quite maddening indeed. So I wait patiently for The Lady to come home today, dutifully greet her at the door and then she begins her chatter. After about 5 minutes I realize that this will be yet another boring self absorbed story and I scan her up and down. The Dior waterproof eyeliner has held up well today, for some reason she has selected a decent shade of lipstick, and minimal fur on her black coat. Now I am quite surprised. have I been able to whip her into shape? Now I glance down and gasp....what happened to your pants? "Oh Annie, one of my hems came down" she says. I slowly move closer to inspect and I see it! Tape. She has tried to tape her hem! Then I see something else.....staples. Yes....she also stapled her hem. Neither solutions have worked and she sees nothing wrong! "Oh Annie...no one even noticed" she says while looking for the wine opener. NO ONE NOTICED? Even I ..... a simple minded, very wise, stunning beautiful Ragdoll noticed! Now she is peering in the mirror wondering if her new experiment with pale pink base and blue contour eyeshadow looks as good as she thought this morning. It does not. Helloooooo... Hey Lady...over here. Snapped back to realty she pours a goblet of fermented grape juice and says "Annie....could you imagine if George and I had children...they would be gorgeous! Matter of fact I think Jillian is really George's...and mine. Look at the Urchin!" At this point I am walking away...but I stop, turn half way around and just look at her. Are you nuts? George Clooney is not coming for Christmas....you will not be having his children! "Oh..Annie....you are not being positive....we have 8 days left" she informs me. Now she is glue gunning a Christmas stocking for George...it's going on the mantle. See my pain?