So, I'm thinking -- in my next life, I'd like to be a cat. Lay around, drop hair, wait for the dish to be filled and well, someone else cleans the toilet. Seems to have a whole lot less stress than us mere mortals.
Yesterday, this particular cat -- stretched out on top of my laptop and dropped enough hair to supply the "hair transplant" specialist -- then had the nerve to upchuck on my chair.
Evidently, he's the boss. Enough whining -- jobs are awaiting (trash, litter box, vacuuming) -- I am the mere mortal who has to clean up after him.
As always, whining Diva!
M
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