Those... those... "people" - loosely termed, I might add. The Red Sux fans and players. How dare they win. How dare they show up in such numbers. How dare they make my mom and dad mad! I am sure if Vinny could tear himself away from his dinner, he'd sneeze on them. They are a big bunch of doodyheads, pardon my slang.
To make matters worse, I think there are going to be abandoned kitties again very soon. The big suitcase is out in front of the fireplace. When that comes out, generally very soon mom and dad are gone for a few days. Grandma Helen comes over to make sure we are fed, but she's not mom. I love mom. Mom loves me the best (have I mentioned that?)
Mom and dad are both at wits end with Helton, and rightfully so. He is such a bad, bad boy. If I had manners (if you can call them that) like him, I would be embarrassed to go in public. He won't stop jumping on the countertops and stove, and won't leave any liquids in glasses alone. Mom inevitably ends up sharing whatever she's drinking with him. She is getting her exercise throwing him off the counter, desk, whatever. He needs a stern lecture. Well, dad gives them to him quite frequently, but they don't seem to be helping. I don't know what he needs at this point.
Anyway, think positive thoughts for us. We hate to be without our mom and dad. Even if they DO bring us back treats.
Respectfully,
Ellis D
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