Tuesday 16 November 2021

You Are Not the Boss of Me

This picture is not of me, obvs, but says all I want to say at the moment.

The old woman is grumbling about some infringement of the regulations she seems to think I have perpetrated.

She continually fails to understand that I am my own feline woman and do not take kindly to reprimands.

If there are any prawns missing from the bowl on the countertop, I cannot possibly admit to being a party to their disappearance.

Now please excuse me while I search out the snack I have hidden behind the sofa...

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  1. Doesn't she know everything in the house belongs to you-even prawns. XO

  2. Dear Pilch and Darla, You'd think she'd know by know, wouldn't ya? (Between you and me, she's not the sharpest knife in the drawer.)