I was just sitting in the kitchen, waiting with the Brats for the Mom to give us our morning stinky numnums, when all of a sudden the Brat, Fizzy, walks up to me and starts whacking me on the head for no reason whatsoever! Well I hissed and whacked back, but since I have no front claws I couldn't do as much damage as I would've liked. At least the Mom saw what was going on and chased Fizzy away with the Dreaded Spray Bottle.
If that wasn't bad enough, then the really big Brat, Bailey, came up to me and started doing the same thing. What is it with these freaks? The Mom was really pissed off by this point 'cause they should know that I'm the Queen of the House and I should be left alone, so Bailey got the Dreaded Spray Bottle treatment as well.
I would've thought that with all I went through, the Mom would give me extra stinky numnums to help me feel better, but NO! She gave me my usual amount. What is wrong with this human? Can't she see how much I suffered? At least give me extra stinky numnums. Bah. I'll get her back later and throw up a hairball on her pillow.
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Ayla
I know exactly what you mean. The younger generation can try the patience of us mature kittys. Just try to keep your composure. They do grow up quickly!
George
The Crew
Ayla, thankd for stopping by to visit us! You are a beautiful matriarch, and if you lived here you would get the respect you have earned. Well maybe not from Scout...do you want him? -Scooby & Shaggy
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