Oh man, my mom left me and she's the one who updates this page with my musings... I know, I know right? How could anyone but this brilliant feline specimen come up with such witticisms? Don't worry, she's just the scribe. OR WAS UNTIL SHE LEFT!!1!!1
I've been working on this single blog post for about 4 weeks now; apparently opposable thumbs are all that they're cracked up to be... now if only this could be my future. NAY, my present.
Anywho, mom just came back! (I told you this has taken me a while) and she mentioned something about how she was only doing these "house sitting" and "dog sitting" gigs to make extra money to pay for MY vet bills... I just want to know how sitting on a house or a dog could be a lucrative venture as I've sat on a few roofs in my time and received diddly squat. Maybe her agent is just better.
I'm planning on ignoring her whilst silently moping in a corner and listening to Mariah Carey on my iPod (those lyrics... they speak to me!) by the fridge for the next year or so, moving only to saunter over to her bed to pee on it...
Oh wait, she has tuna.
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