Tuesday, January 05, 2010

A Memo From Management


Dear Son,
You are an idiot .
You know your Mommy and Daddy love you very much.
We buy your food before our own and do our very best to be attentive to your scheduling/hygiene needs.
We are generous with treats and would remind you that not all the kittys in the world eat off of real plates and have real cloth placements..( note...don't ask y'all....really ) ....
You get real tuna on holidays and bits of your mothers dinner whenever possible.
But you are an idiot.
Yes, you have a wonderfully floofy winter coat and snowshoe sized feets ( he's a Maine Coon) and so on ....
But...
It was 3o degrees when you decided you had to go out at 7 am as we were leaving for work.
It's gonna be a hard freeze tonight and tomorrow.
You live in Houston...this doesn't happen often here.
Your Sister Gracie Marie does this crap all the time.
She at least will come in any given door for treats /food/treats/food....
But you Sir ?
You are an idiot.
Love,
Your Momma.

1 comment:

HubbleSpacePaws said...

Aaack! Has your idiot son come back in???