Dear Humans -
I’m mad. Can you tell?
Wednesday morning, you made me miss breakfast. Breakfast. That, may I remind you, is a meal. Food. Need I remind you of how I get when breakfast is late? And this wasn’t late. This was missed. Gone.
For what? A visit to the V-E-T. That’s two strikes. Ok, I like the vet because she is nice to me and gives me cookies, but then there is that temperature taking thing. That is just uncalled for. Seriously.
And I got the sleepy juice as my buddy Echo calls it. My reward for that? I heard the snickers that evening as I could never quite get fully awake and stumbled around. Insulting. Strike 3 – You’re out!
Ok, so my teeth are clean and shiny white. But I am not showing them off. Nope. Not smiling. I am behind one meal. So here’s the deal. I get an extra meal, you get your bed back. Until then, hope the floor is comfortable. NOT.
Let me know when you want to talk turkey. Literally.