February 8th 2013 7:42 pm
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Good grief. This sucks. Don't know why Mom's making me do this. Horrible idea. First she brings home the three heathens (her own kids, who will never let me nap). Why oh WHY don't they realize that snuggling is not a good idea? Ever? (Okay, sometimes I feel lonely and want to snuggle, but only with Mom or Dad. Goodness gracious!) Then, as if that wasn't enough, they bring home this silly, hyper, mess of a puppy! A frickin' PUPPY!!! I am old, declawed on my front paws, and on medication for chronic back pain and they bring home a PUPPY???? And now she's making me write a diary... Sheesh...
(Okay, fine. I am spoiled to within an inch of my life. And I do get free reign of the house while the dog is kenneled during the day. And I get plenty of food, both wet and dry, a decent amount of treats, catnip spray on my bed, lots of warm snuggly places to sleep, and Mom and Dad are SUPER good at cuddling. And maybe I am just getting cranky in my old age. But darnit, a diary is supposed to be from MY point of view, so there.)
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