Knackered Cats

When She woke up this morning, She had plans. It was time to get Her toes painted again. Kasey and I are glad we don't have to have that toe painting thing. Someone took out our fingernails a long time ago. We were like that when She brought us to our home. She says it feels really important, because you get treated very nicely. Your chair has a massage in it. The water is warm and smells nice. You know She can't reach Her nails over Her big tummy, so She lets the little ladies do it for Her. Ahhh, She says. If She would have gone back home then, She would be dancing today. Instead, She took Her list and Her coupons and She went shopping. By the time She got through, and He and She put everything away, She was all tired out. I will bet you eleven kibbles that She is not going out anymore today - and maybe tomorrow, too.
Also, She is mad at the paper. They didn't bring one today, and when He called them, they said She had not paid. Well, He paid them on the phone, but when He told Her, I thought She would explode. That makes three times they have been paid for the same time. None of the payments were late. It was funny to see how mad She was. I thought steam would come out of Her ears. To make things worse, She had to wait a long time, and then they said they couldn't talk to Her. I pity the guy she talks to next.
I have to go and check on what's for dinner, so I'll say TaTa for now.