Blogging is not my job. This my job. Now that snowmens are back from where they gone all year my job is watching for snows. See. This my job. Me watching for snows out livingroom window, with snowmens who just got here last week from boxes in basement. But Blogging Lady, not the Lady what yells all time that she has no life of her own because of us cats (but not me, she mean all other cats) but Other Lady, the one who feeds us and blogs, wait, Might be same Lady. She ask me to write. Because she been up all night at 24-Hour Emergency Animal Hospital with sick cat — not bossy cat what I fight for Cream Cheese with when Lady make bagels, not Mama cat what rules backyard, not any of boy cats what strut around house LIKE I CARE. No, is Fat Cat. Name Belle. FAT. She sick, but better now, and Lady is taking Day Off like she need one WHAT ABOUT ME?? WATCHING FOR SNOWS ALL DAY??? I need day off too but I here ON OVERTIME.
This what I wood rather do than blog:
Because I am Penelope, the Pretty One.
Anyway. Lady, one that Blogs not Lady who doesn’t have a life of her own because of us cats (but she’s not talk about me, of course, she mean all other cats) is take Day Off.
There. I blog for Lady. Now I go back watch for snows.
You shood too. Is better than read Lady blog anyway TRUST ME.