Hi......it's me....Annie Grace........
Clearly my life here this winter has been filled with many snow days which means The Lady is working from home all while periodically doing a bad shoveling job and treating the afternoon like a Spa day. I had already seen the news and knew what was in store for tomorrow. This leaves me most of today to drop clumps of fur everywhere and mess up the litter box which will at least give her a few chores tomorrow keeping our conversations to a minimum. No seriously.....this morning I had to endure a a question and answer session all while in the middle of my mid afternoon grooming session. Here is a sampling of what I had to endure.
"Annie, Why do you wake me up every morning at exactly the same time?"
Because I want to
"How do you know the exact minute .... 6:41 AM?"
I look at the alarm clock
"Why do you get up...eat your one tablespoon of Sheba....and go back to bed?"
Because I can, I don't have a job.
"Why do you swipe the Mary Kay lip balm off the nightstand every morning at 6:43 AM?"
Because you did not get up when I wanted you to
"Oh Annie...are you happy here?"
No....but I will tolerate you. Italy or Poland would be my choice of residence
"Why do you throw up hair balls? Just let me brush you more."
No....Here sit down and let me brush YOUR hair with that metal pronged brush.
"Why do you like plain cardboard boxes?"
There is very little excitement in my life and I pray that if I stay in one...UPS will ship me
Annie...why don't you sit on the windows sills in the winter time?"
It's cold.....you sit naked without a coat in front of a glass door and tell me if you like it.
"Why do you start to sleep one place and then get up and move to another to sleep?"
Because I can. You enable me with creating 7 sleeping spots equipped with my own blankets
"Annie.....why do you sleep all night like a dog without getting up like most cats?"
Because I need 8 hours of sleep at night and 12 hours during the day
Finally after all of these questions I just gaze at her without blinking and then slowly let my eyes droop (completely from boredom but she thinks I am tired) and then turn.....gracefully.....and slither away. I am certain that tomorrow's snow day will be long.
Sunday, March 1
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