Annoying Complaints

Mrs. Stillman is getting on my nerves. Every time we pass a mirror (which is quite often in our house) Mrs. Stillman says “OMG I look so old!  I’m wrinkly this, I’m too fat that, I’m so weak this, I can’t do it that.” I’m telling you it is DEPRESSING! So I said to her yesterday, “Mrs. Stillman “why don’t you just grow your fur on your face so nobody will see your wrinkles. That’s what I do.” Well! She looked at me like I had just told her to enter the mouth of JAWS! What is with that woman?  She complains about something. You give her a well dogged out solution, and she goes Bonkers! Sometimes I think humans are nuts. But mostly, I just feel sorry for them

Her cousins came to visit this weekend, Roger Karen and Joey Rubin. So this is the funny thing. Like I said Mrs. Stillman is always complaining about how she looks right? So right before our company arrives. Mrs. Stillman goes and PUTS dirt all over her fact instead of taking it off! Then she put gooey dirt on her mouth too! Y_U_K!  No wonder she worries about her looks. She does all the right stuff backwards!!

Now, when I want to look my best, I just lick my front paws for about a zillion hours, then I rub my face all over Mrs. Stillman’s new bedspread, then I shake really fast a few times. And that’s it. No dirt, no schmutz as Mrs. Stillman would say. 123 and I’m done. For her its 1234567891011etc. It takes, literally, light years for her to get ready. (Okay, not literally.)

When our cousins got here Mrs. Stilllman was so happy. I was too. I made new designs on all their pants to show them how pleased I was with their visit.

I hope they appreciated it.

Sadly, when they went shopping to some “Vintage” stores, they left me all alone for  --mmm--, I guess about twenty years.  It was sunny when they left and almost dark when they got back. That’s about twenty years isn’t it?  I’m calling A Tale To Tell, my adoption service, to complain about her neglect.