OK, Woman. I have questions and you better have answers. They better be the answers I want to hear too!
Why can’t I blog every day?
Why don't you play with me more?
What did you buy that stupid water fountain for?
How come you only get rid of MY stuff?
How come you don’t play with me more?
Did you remember my Gotcha Day is coming up?
Am I getting a new cat tree?
Whatchoo doin’, Woman?
and the most important question:
Can I bite you … hard?
You can’t blog every day because you don’t want filler. You want substantial blogs and, frankly, you’re just not that interesting. Say what Woman?? That is NOT the right answer!! Try again.
I can’t play with you more because I’m typing your blogs. It takes time, you know. I can either play with you or type your blogs. Where are you getting this [censored] Woman? Maybe if you didn’t sleep so much, there’d be more time!
We get rid of some of our things also. Don’t I give sheets, t-shirts, sweatshirts, towels and cleaning supplies to A Call 4 Paws too? That’s a question, Woman. I’m supposed to be axing the questions. For every hunnert of my things, you get rid of one of your own. Case closed.
I answered that one already. I can either play with you or visit your friends. If you tried harder, you could do both. All my furrends' humans can do both PLUS they work at real jobs.
Yes, how could I forget? Another question, Woman! What did you get me? You’re getting a Tickle Pickle, remember? I was supposed to get that for Christmas. I suggest you go online and order something else. STAT!
No. You got one for Christmas. You play on it daily. That’s NOT a new tree! That’s my Tree of Pain that you gave away. It was refurbished and returned. Now you’re giving away my other favorite tree. The one you haven’t been on in two years? I LOVE that tree. I’m always on it! And, need I remind you again, I’m axing the questions.
I’m typing your blog for Wednesday; the one where I answer your questions. Of course you wouldn’t be playing with me.
No! Of course not! Heh heh! Gimme your finger, Woman.