MeOW-llo Furiends, welcome to the Three Belles Ranch, as Raena would meow. Me knows you’re all here fur Service Cat Furidays, so let me start by offurin’ our ‘pawlogies. Mommy thought she’d be back to “normal” after a week; but no sooner did we get home from the funeral, we’ve had to deal with the ‘pawrtment manager and all of her nonsense. Needless to say, mommy’s brain is purretty fried. She says she feels a bit like a funnel cake, all twisted up with no rhyme or reason.
Raena: Hey You!!! Bully lady (apartment manager), what are you doin’ to our car? Mommy, What’s the bully lady doin’ with our car? Don’t you be takin’ no fotos of our car!!! Just go on and get away, ya’ hear?!!
Dezi: RaenaBelle, what in the world are you growlin’ and hissin’ ‘bout over there?
Raena: Y, Don’t you see her sissy? She’s there behind that tree. That mean o’l bully lady’s walkin’ ‘round checkin out our car in the pawrkin’ lot with her camera. I’s don’t know what she’s doin’, cuz our car’s fine and mommy pawrked t’ween the lines, unlike some peeps out here.
She’s just tryin’ to find another way to harass mommy Raena. Don’t worry ‘bout it, let mommy do the worryin’. The mean lady just can’t stand it that we still live here in spite of all her attempts to get rid of us. Mommy’s still workin’ on the purrticulars of her complaint over the whole lease fiasco, she’ll just have to add this to it. Me swears, it just never stops with this woman.
Yeah sissy, I’s just don’t unnerstand why she hates mommy so much?. We keep to ourselves and don’t cause any trouble, like, ever. And mommy says we pay our rent on time every month, even tho’ they just raised it by $40.00. And, unlike the woofies ‘round here, we’re not poopin’ all over the sidewalks.
Yeah Raena, me knows. But bullies just aren’t happy lessen they’re makin’ somepawdy else miserable. And when they cross somepawdy like mommy, who doesn’t back down, they just get beside themselves tryin’ to garner allies to their side and find new ways to pick on their chosen victims. Me thinks it’s totally ridiculous fur old peeps to be actin’ like 5 year olds on the playground. You’d think at some point everypawdy would just grow up and act their age.
You’d think, huh sissy? Anyways, ‘nuff ‘bout the schoolyard ‘pawrtment bully. What do you think ‘bout the hots comin’ back? Ya’ know, durin’ last weeks storms it kind’a cooled off ‘round here…a lot. But, summer came back with a vengeance this week. It’s been in the hunnerds every day.
Ain’t that the truth, Raena. Ifin it hadn’t stormed so much me might have enjoyed the cooler weather. But, since it was stormin’ all week, we couldn’t even go fur a stroll or nuffin’. There’s not much to enjoy UTB (under the bed). Meowin’ of storms, did you see the storm that happened on your married to a stranger show last night?
I’s sure did sissy. But you know, that’s what ya’ get when you get married and still troll the datin’ web sites. Somepawdy’s bound to find out. Guess we need to go deactivate all those accounts we made fur mommy on the datin’ sites. Turns out they don’t work that well. After all, nopawdy ever called mommy fur a date.
You didn’t actually give anypawdy our nummer, did you Raena? Me didn’t see anypawdy worth swipin’ right fur.
Well sissy, maybe you’re too picky like mommy. Were we s’posed to swipe somethin’? Hmmmmmmm Maybe that’s why they didn’t work. I’s ‘member seein’ one or two that might’ve been okay. Oh well, back to the drawin’ board. Maybe we can find a matchmaker. Or maybe we can find a mail order husband. Ya’ know, I’s found a new show on the tube the other night ‘bout fureigners wantin’ to marry Americans fur green cards papers.
That Raena’s left her plate again. Ifin me hurries, me can steal her noms too.
Raena, we don’t have enuff green papers to go ‘round as it is; we’re fur sure not spendin’ ‘em on somepawdy to marry mommy. Me’s thinkin’ we might oughtta take a little break and just let the chips fall where they may.
So long as they don’t fall on our track toys, sissy. Mommy does that enuff on her own. Guess we better wrap this up and finish our brekky. I’s think mommy’s headin’ back to the kitchen fur another cup of coffee, and we’ve got lots of furiends to visit. Why don’t you tell the neighbor dog to stop barkin’, it’s inneruptin’ mine’s train of thought and not mine’s idea of good dinner music.
Till the next time…………………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Raena: Navy Blue
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses