Muffin

Journal of Muffin, the Cat

My turn to hold one of Mom's nostrils closed. She'd have slept forever. Ahhhh yes. Breakfast crunchies are served.

Lincoln tries to eat my meat again. I go to eat Mocha's meat. The dog comes to eat everyone's meat. Mom declares in exasperation: "Please eat your own portions! Cheeessssttteeerrr, WAIT!" The dog always waits. We cats ignore her.

Full tummy. Time for my morning nap on the white afghan. Oops. Sneezed again on the golden silk pillow. Mom will have to turn it around.

Time now for a nap on that new mega-king-sized bed Mom bought for me. Finally, something on which I can stretch out my fluffy fur and large paws. The arthritic dog will simply have to sleep on the floor. It's cracks me up to think Mom got this bed for him.

Afternoon crunchies are late again. I give Mom a peace of my mind when she gets home. "What were you thinking? Leaving me to starve like that? You know I get stressed when my bowl gets low!!!!"

Think I'll ask early for my special "pink pill of happiness" tonight. I'm tired and would like to turn in early. That dog better not be in my space on the bed. I'm never to tired too crack him one. The end of another day in paradise....


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