Tuesday, August 12, 2008
She's 49 today.
She made herself two birthday cakes -- with REAL BUTTER. When I saw her pull that butter out I howled loud for her to give me some but it was a no-go. She hid the cakes so I couldn't get to them -- because I sure would have unwrapped them and licked the top.
Yesterday I stepped outside for a moment and then someone shut the door. I was so peeved. Finally the man saw me sitting on the table and he was all like "Oh my goodness! Pearl!" and he let me in. I really gave him what-for when I got inside. He apologized about a million times as I circled around thinking to myself, "yeah whatever..." I need a cat flap. And one of those heated cat cups, for that matter.
Oh -- and happy birthday, woman. I'll come and sit on your lap later on...