Friday, August 19, 2011

Intervention.


Hi, it's me, Hank.






I had to get up on my high scratching post, give old gloom and doom a talking to.

"So you want the kid to ALWAYS live here at home?"




I had to wrestle the key board out of her hands.

Said to her, "What about that guy that lives here?" 

"What about Me, am I chopped liver?"

Now she is following me around the house with that infernal flashing thing.




...maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.



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