Mancat Monday
Mama is talking about my feet again. This time she took pictures of my toes and babbled about how pink they are.
- “All I was trying to do was take a nap!”
I did get some kisses and a tummy rub, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad deal.
Friday and Toesies–Again
Finally it’s Friday! That means payday and the weekend off. The weather people are saying it’s supposed to be nice out, so maybe we’ll get the Feather Channel on our Cat TV. Mama is going to be doing stuff for school (big surprise). We’ll be supervising things and napping.
A strange thing happened the other day. Our groceries came to the house! A guy came to our door with several bags of food and mama let him in!
"What the heck?"
She’s letting people IN now? This isn’t in our contract! This is OUR house and we can’t have strange people wandering through our house!
We were so upset we retired to the bedroom to talk about it.
"People are coming and going and we have no say in it! Who's head of this place--us or her?"
And of course the fact that we had our feet lined up made mama take a picture of that, too!
Where will it end? Strangers are invading, mama is torturing us with the flashy box, we’re being shipped off in a few weeks while she leaves the state–is this any way to treat a cat? We’re seriously going to renegotiate our contract! We may even have to start a union! Who’s with us?
Toesies
Hi everyone, it’s Lizzie today. Our mama is a little strange–she is always taking pictures of our feet! Connor mentioned this before. We wanted to show you what we have to put up with here.
Mama interrupted my nap to get this one:
"So what if they are tiny! Get that camera out of here!"
And my brother, the suck-up, posed nicely for this one.
"Did you get the picture OK?"
Usually she will kiss them, too–something about them being warm and soft. She seriously needs an intervention! I mean, what next, our tummies? Our ears? Oh no, I think she’s getting ideas–she just got the camera out again. Gotta hide! Have a good day!
Mancat Monday
Mama is always kissing my big mancat feet. Really, it’s already embarrassing that she tells everyone about the ridiculous nickname she gave me, but to talk about my feet? Can’t she leave a guy with even a modicum of dignity?
She also babbles about my pink toes (She kisses them too. Ewwww! I was just standing in the litterbox!). Really, she’s so dysfunctional. Is there a Rent-A-Mom or an exchange place? We need to swap her out or something.
Being an only mancat in a house with women is so hard.
