So my last post elicited this rude dog comment, I guess in an effort to protect dog turf. “Fin, dogs get the big things (as they should), cats get the little things like cat naps and catnip. Mans best friend FLOYD”
“Oh no little Floyd, this is my turf! Who let the dogs in?” I demanded to know. Well Mommy did of course. She said I needed to allow the comment, because it was sent from my granddog (the dog of my mother’s father – that’s a granddog, right?). Yes that’s right, my own granddog - wait I don’t care for grand and dog in the same sentence.
I was starting to settle down, when another comment came from my cousindog (the dog of my mother’s sister (?) oh whatever) giving a shout out to Floyd! How rude, my tail puffed in indignation.
I was finally settling down, until yesterday, when Daddy came in with the mail, and said I had a package (I forced him to open it by dancing around his feet until he could no longer ignore me). It was two packs of Spam! Oh boy, fan mail, with treats included, this blog thing was paying off in big ways. I was overjoyed, until Daddy read the note attached:
The old fellow that I allow to share my chair says I have to do this. While everyone that matters knows that “Spam” is a dog thing not meant for your kind, but alas the things we must do for our humans.
Floyd (A higher life form)”
Well that got my dander up (and yes I have a lot of dander). So I've been refusing the hammy treat on principle alone. Daddy commented that my relatives were just “Dogging” me – oh, here we go again. Well, I am going to “Cat” you Floyd, and rise above. I will eat your treat, I will post your comments, and I hope you enjoy Caturday.