PEEVED!

Oh, I am peeved beyond measure, my friends. I can't believe it either, but here it is 3:05 in the afternoon and I HAVEN'T BEEN OUTSIDE EVEN ONCE. The Door Opener says that the painters are here and I need to stay in. How extremely rude of her! I have let her know loudly and often that I'm not pleased. What does she think I'm going to do? Run away? Attack the painters? Jump up on the newly painted windowsills and make little pussy footprints all over? Use their ladders to get up to the top of the cedar tree? Hmmm...she might be right about a few of those, but mostly I just want to feel the spring sunshine on my fur as I romp around in my yard. I need to chase some bugs and have a good scratch on the palm tree. I need to secure the perimeter against Moxie (my nemesis). Perhaps hide out under the lilies or climb the cedar as high as I can and watch those sweet baby birds. Oh how I love those darling tender babies! Just thinking about...cuddling...them gives me the shivers! But today I can only watch them from behind glass which is good, but just not AS good. The Door Opener may THINK that I've settled down and resigned myself to a day of snoozing in a sunny windowseat, but even when I'm snoring I'm plotting my sweet sweet revenge...

Perhaps only a fine turdecken brunch instead of a cold can of Super Supper could make up for this day. Oh don't think I've given up on the turducken. Zephyr loves can-time and crunchies too much for a hunger strike, but we will find a way to make our statement. Hmmm...if only I could somehow get outside and get my furry little paws on some of that paint...I0 foot messages on the side of the house announcing our demand for turducken might just get some fleshy attention.