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Pepper
My name's pepper, and I'm from TEXAS.
Howdy. Thought I would drop a line and let y'all know what cats in TEXAS
have to put up with.
Well, I do have my own humans, of course. Being TEXAS humans,
they can be a bit strange about things. For instance, they always
bar-be-que my food. They turn good raw meat into a soft, sauce
topped, burnt offering... especially if the cook is drinking beer.
It's disgusting for a poor feline to even think about eating such
a mess.
Not only do I have problems with my humans cooking my food, but
they also have a DOG. Course now, Buddy (that's his name) is my
house-mate and friend. Pathetic isn't it; but what is a feline
to do when you are locked up in the same house all the time? There
is such a thing as being too independent. Besides, the poor dog
would go crazy without me. My humans run off all the time leaving
Buddy locked up in a room. However, I go let him out so he doesn't
get lonely without me. Dogs are so silly.
I guess I should mention that there is another feline in the house
too. Smokey, or I should say Queen Smokey. She's a lot older than
me and is somewhat slightly plump. So she just sits around lording
it over the riff-raff. Namely, me. My vet said she has Italian
cat in her, whatever that means. Personally, she thinks she is
Italian Royalty and won't have anything to do with a lowly TEXAS
cat, even though she was born here.
So much for my personal problems. Lordy, I could go on and on
about the trials and tribulations of being a TEXAS feline. Maybe
another time. I hear my humans at the door and I have to go let
them in or they'll get upset. It's tough being a TEXAS cat, but
I survive. Gotta go y'all.
Purrs to all y'all,
Pepper
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