For some reason my attempts to assist the teenagers who had been tasked with sanding and repainting my favourite summer retreat, ‘the deck,’ were met with great howls of despair. Especially from the one who seems to live here most of the time but is not actually a genetic member of the family. She let out a long and extended ‘NOOOoooooo…..’ that would rival that of Homer Simpson. This was followed by a lot of gesticulating and waving of feet in my general direction as I effected a hasty retreat from the deck lest one of them connect with my recently damaged rear leg. The fact that I took the long way around across every bit of wet paint shaking each leg after I took each step did not seem to make this foot waving stop any faster.
Pfft… I would have thought a bit of surface texture would add some character to the job at hand, but since it was hastily painted out, they obviously did not think this was the case. Some people have no taste…
The year in retrospect…
Don’t blame me if this irreparably damages your computer or uses up all your bandwidth.
How am I expected to know what mb are and what is large in this respect? I’m a cat, for goodness sake - and compression is something that one has to achieve so that one can squeeze through the door when it is not opened fast enough in order to get to the food bowl - pfft…
Music: ‘I Put a Spell on You’ by the great Nina Simone
I have been informed that if I do not disclose the whereabouts of the appliance with the tracking devices attached to it, that the one pictured above will be placed around my neck in its stead.
Do they really think this threat concerns me? Pfft…
When it is configured to its largest possible circumference it is far too small to fit around my neck. It is also too large to fit around one of my legs. I also do not know who this ‘Rudolph’ is that they say I will ‘sound like’ is, so it is of no consequence to me what they say.
