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Dear cats,
Jun. 9th, 2007 10:09 amIt's Saturday, the weekend. I don't have to get my sorry ass out of bed and go to work. LET ME FREAKING SLEEP!
I don't care that you usually get fed at a certain time and I know there is still dry food in your bowls from last evening. None of you are Ethiopian emaciated so you can wait an extra hour before the magic can opens and the wet food comes out. Circling the bed meowing like your heart is broken won't help. It will simply irritate me. Licking my face or tapping me with your paw won't help. I will shoo you away. Knocking stuff off the vanity won't help. I will throw something at your varmint ass. Continued misbehaviour will result in your being shut in the closet together which none of you will like one bit.
With diminished affection,
your Mistress
I don't care that you usually get fed at a certain time and I know there is still dry food in your bowls from last evening. None of you are Ethiopian emaciated so you can wait an extra hour before the magic can opens and the wet food comes out. Circling the bed meowing like your heart is broken won't help. It will simply irritate me. Licking my face or tapping me with your paw won't help. I will shoo you away. Knocking stuff off the vanity won't help. I will throw something at your varmint ass. Continued misbehaviour will result in your being shut in the closet together which none of you will like one bit.
With diminished affection,
your Mistress
