Okay, so in a nutshell, my human mom started watching “My Cat From Hell”, on Animal Planet a few years ago, and now she thinks she’s a cat guru…
In my humble opinion, well not really, but until she speaks cat like I do, all bets are off!
What’s the deal with that anyway?! I thought I was a lovely pet…
Sure I have some issues… but none like the heathens on that show. I’m actually quite insulted, truth be told.
I’m getting on in my years, and I don’t have time for this nonsense. I feel achy and I need to rest my weary soul…especially from my human brother that thinks I like my food being dunked in water, and then almost force fed to me. So, unless I get away, or I may resort to bites/scratches. I certainly would prefer if he’d admire me from a distance.
You know, like that song from Bette Midler? That’s right, I’ve heard of her, though one has to be in the mood for Good ol’ Bette.
Anyway, I think that there’s a more suitable song for what I’m feeling…
Ya Gotta Love Those Oldies!
And then my mom got this weird stuff, that’s supposed to help me feel better with my arthritis, but it tastes awful. I try to get away, but I’m not always successful. Rarely, actually. Especially since she cuts off any escape route.
I guess I’ll just have to put up with her efforts for now, until I find another way to protest.
Time for a nap… I’m hoping for a muse to come tell me how to put a stop to this nonsense!