Thursday, October 9, 2008
OK, I'm tired of the felines thinking they're so perfect. You know what I do to cats who try to sleep in my hay? I nudge them out, that's what I do. I take back control of my space. And while we're talking about things that are MINE I want to make sure you know the Bill Payer Lady is mine. She's not just the Woman, Meowmy, or the Lap Lady, she's my Bill Payer Lady.
Anyhow its fall as I'm sure you've noticed. I recently put up my post on the Frisky Fall Contest. I'm sure you're all quite impressed with my typing skills since I'm an equine and I only have 4 hooves. (Speaking of which is hoooves or hooves? A question to ask yourself when you want to be annoyed by the Treater Man. He's made it a mission in his life to have people say hooooves.)
The Bill Payer Lady has been expecting me to WORK lately....sigh. Its so hard to pick up my feet sometimes and then she expects me to do it perfectly. Why? Isn't it enough I cart her around on my back? Once a week the Feeder Lady comes and yells at the Bill Payer while she's riding me which isn't fun because then the Bill Payer figures out I'm just lazy and can do the things she wants.
I hear the worst rumor. They are going to cut my FEED!!!???!!! I mean really, how much equine cruelty can I endure? I am not FAT.
P.S. Bill Payer says her monitor died at work. So she's switching computers and won't have access today at work like usual.