I know that to you all looking in from the outside, it must seems like my life is pawfect.
Oh, I know…I haves it better than most. And don’t gets me wrong — I sure am grateful for everything I have.
But, well, I’m here today to tell you that everything is NOT pawfect. No, not pawfect at all.
See, every night at dinnertime, Mom plays this very much torturous game with me that she somehow thinks is “fun.” But let me tell you, it’s not fun at ALL. Nope. In fact, it’s the direct and complete OPPOSITE of fun (whatever that is).
Now, I know that some of you might not believes me but I have proof. I set up a super top secret camera to take super top secret hidden footage of this Most Disturbing act. I must warn you, it’s pretty graphic stuff so some of our more sensitive furends might not want to watch. But I think impawtant for everybuddy to know the truth.
Oh! And something else…it’s kinda dark cuz, well, that’s how super top secret hidden video recordings go. But watch carefully and make sure you haves your speakers turned up to truly experience what I have to endure.
Okay…roll the tape!
If you can’t see the movie, click here.
Do you see what I mean? It’s OBVIOUS that I was hungry. Why did she even have to ask? And was once enough? Nooooo…she asked like 87 million times. And even after I made it painfully clear HOW close to starving to death I was, it was hours before she finally got up to get my dinner. HOURS! Honestly, it’s kind of a miracle I’m still alive today.
Now, I know some of you might be thinking abouts calling SPOB (Society for Protection of Brindles) but don’t. My mom’s pretty pawsome overall, so I just work hard to overlook this pawticular “quirk,” no matter how twisted it might seem.
And gosh, I’m sure I’m not alone. Do your pawrents have any kerazy habits that you’ve had to learn to endure? Maybe we can start Wacky Human Things We Have to Put Up With Anonymous. What do you think?