Hi Everyone, Mr Hugs here,
And I want you to
know right up I am NOT happy. I don't know what has come over the
blessed woman - in fact, I am positive she has totally lost her mind.
We have three new
kittens here at home with us!! She darn well went out the other night,
and deliberately brought home three new screaming mouths to feed. I
have registered my profound displeasure with this situation as clearly
as I can - but no-one appears to be taking any notice of what I have to
say. And it is going to take a lot more than bacon to make this right!
Smitty, the damn
fool, is helping her with looking after them. He reckons the sooner
they are trained and old enough they will be gone. Cause Mum said so,
apparently. Did that happen with us, huh? No! Traitor, is all I can
say!
At
least Tabatha is showing some sense and staying away from the squealing
things. Good Lord, do they never shut up?? 1.30 in the darn morning!!
A man needs his beauty sleep, I tell you. It takes hard work to look
this good, and this situation is not helping at all.
My suggestions
for a solution are falling on deaf ears here, and now she seems to have
sucked Dad and Aunty Deb into her craziness.
What is a cat to do??
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