Something is wrong with my hoomans. You won't believe what happened!
Momma prepared a lovely dinner of roast beast AND roasted potatoes AND other delicious things. As always, I took my place at momma's feet and waited for my portion of the yumminess.
She didn't give me ANYTHING.
So I went full-out Disney: fluffed tail, batted eyelashes, demure sigh. NOTHING.
At first, I was sure that momma had joined a cult. I saw a lifetime movie about cults, and I'm pretty sure that makes me an expert. I was ready to call in deprogrammers when I heard DOWI telling momma not to feed me from the table.
DOWI!?!?! My dowi! she turned on me. That female hooman.
So what if I've gained some extra fluff? it's just more of me to snuggle! Also, it's not my fault. It's the groomers fault. And the Wendy's fault (her ears are delicious).
Do not fear my faithful 4legged friends, this injustice will not stand. IT WILL NOT STAND. I can't say too much now (SHE reads this blog), but believe you me, she will pay. SHE WILL PAY!
vexed, venomous, and vengeful,