The Snit and Why
Yeah, I have been in a snit ever since I found out that prissy little thing they call Martini is getting to go to the beach with the Pops next week. He even has a little suitcase with his toys, his comb and brush and all the other things I guess they think he needs.
Where will I be Monday morning while they’re all excited and getting ready to hit the road? You guessed it, I’ll be at the vet’s in the boarding facility. Sure doesn’t exactly sound like a week at the beach, does it? While prissy pants is all snuggled up with the Pops, I’ll be all snuggled up with my bad assed attitude. While prissy pants is getting to go to the fancy dog and cat supply store next week, what do I get to do? I get to look at the other loser cats who didn’t get to go on vacation and they ended up being boarded.
But there is always the flip side. While I’m at the vet’s I get to drive everyone there crazy as I hiss and growl whenever a human comes near me. I love the looks I get when I growl at the kennel girl and she goes by mumbling, “Fred, what is your problem?” If she would come closer I would show her my problem, all twenty of these long sharp claws might be just for her.
So next week Pop won’t be posting here and I sure as hell don’t intend to post when they bring me home next Friday afternoon. I gotta keep this attitude going right through next weekend. So Pop wanted me to tell you that she will most likely talk to you a week from Monday, but who knows she just might pop up sometime next weekend.
Have a great weekend and a great week. If you things are going bad for you, just think of me at the vet’s as I think of prissy pants with the Pops at the beach. Grrrr!
Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys!)