Looks like Fiona, our Siamese hacked into my blog!
The following constitute the major (but not all), of my beefs.
1. Why do I have to constantly shepherd my (idiot) sister? Why doesn't she know to stay where I put her?
2. Why does she try to get in MY drawer. It's not big enough for her and I claimed it first. I don't see her name on it.
3. Why does she need a leash attached to her sometimes? I know where I am going, without Mommy and Daddy having to tell me.
4. Why does she burp?
5. No self respecting animal would suck up to strangers in the shameless and undignified way she does. Doesn't she know you stay under the bed when people come over, unless they are going to give you a snack?
6. However, even if she were going to get some common sense, she is not going to stay under MY BED.
7. If I didn't torment Daddy and Mommy for food, and yell constantly for 40 minutes before our meals, and pounce on Daddy's chest knocking the air out of him, when would we ever eat? That dog would starve if I didn't do all the work to get us fed on time.
8. Why does she wag her tail when she is happy? Everyone knows you put your tail up in the air when you are happy, and swish it from side to side when you are irritated. She gets everything backwards. I think she's dyslexic.
9. Why doesn't she meow like a normal animal instead of making silly Woof sounds?
10. WHY WAS MY NINTH BIRTHDAY FORGOTTEN WHEN THERE WAS AN ICE CREAM PIE FOR SYDNEY'S EIGHTH BIRTHDAY?
Proclaimed this day, the Sixteenth of the Calends of July, in the year Anno Domini Two Thousand and Eleven, BY
APPLECAT ACRES FIONA CREEDON.
(I have an Official Registration Certificate from a nationally recognized Pure Bred Animal Association and Sydney doesn't.)
Witnessed by my minion, Daddy.
