Hi.....it's me...Annie Grace....
My day started out on a fabulous note. She was out of the house by 7:14 AM on a Saturday which basically left me with a wide open platform of depositing large clumps of fur and otherwise wreaking havoc. As I was in the middle of my pre dinner slumber I awoke to those ever peering eyes and a ludicrous statement. "Hi Annie....what are you doing?" I am sleeping before my fresh allotment of Iams Hairball reducer chicken flavor! What do you think I am doing? "Annie...were you on the dining room table?" She asks while examining herself in the mirror.
"No."
"Are you sure Annie?" She asks me
"Yes."
"But Annie..there is fur on the table runner."
"Well....clean it up." I tell her while cleaning my left paw which needs attention.
"But Annie...you know you are not allowed on the tables"
"Yes...I am fully aware of rule #104. They are all posted on the refrigerator"
"Well Annie.....you CAN NOT do that again."
"Duly noted Mommy Dearest."
Now we are off to re-organize the closet and I am going to help. After a while she will be so self absorbed that I will go off and chew on her files in her briefcase. She will have no idea until Monday when she pulls them out.
I plant myself in front of the closet perfectly poised, with fur groomed, paws place strategically in front of me, my blue eyes wide open and I just watch her feigning complete interest......for about 20 minutes. It took longer than I thought but it all starts....
"Annie....do I look plump in this dress?"
"Annie......do you like this outfit?"
"Annie.....is this flattering on me?"
There is only one way to escape.......either throw up with a hairball or......become amused with our new interior water fountain. I choose.....hairball throw up. Works every time. I can only surmise that after the closet organization we will be watching a movie together. I do not think that many of my species is forced to endure this torture.