Celebrity Guest Post
Life in Dysfunction Junction
The theme this week is to give a little insight into family life here in Dysfunction Junction, Connecticut.
Little did she know that she has finally given me an opportunity after all these years to vent and finally let everybody know exactly how I feel.
I am The Cat. I’m 12 years old and I arrived on the scene when DD26 was in 8th grade. What happened exactly was that when DD was in 3rd grade and asked what she could get if she ever made straight A’s in school, the ‘rents erroneously said “anything.” So the kid made straight A’s in 8th grade for both terms, and the rest is history.
The ‘rents were originally dog people. At least Dad was. See, I replaced Dog #1
But he died of epilepsy when he was 18 months old. Wonder what caused it.
Then, Dog #2 arrived, pre and post-kids, and lasted 12 years. After that, they were fur-free for awhile, until I came along.
So they really had to have a professional picture of this mutt taken? Geez.
But Mom is a cat person. I really should have been an outdoor cat, but they turned me into this house cat, and the most fresh air I get is occasionally sitting on the open windowsill. Once in awhile I manage to sneak out. I actually caught a mouse – once – in the house. See, I earn my keep.
Here’s a few of my favorite things to do.
Every now and then they like to humiliate me.
Life was good, until the Grand Dog came along. That dog is over here way too much. The kid got married, and brings the mutt over, and I got stuffed in a cage.
At least I’m not the only one who gets humiliated. Anyway, I think I look better in antlers than the Mutt does in that dumb Santa hat and bunny ears.
See, I can give it back to the Mutt, just like the Mutt gave it to me when she first arrived on the scene. Want a cookie *sshat?
Some of my favorite things to do is aggravate Mom now that she spends waaay too much time blogging instead of giving me the attention I rightfully deserve.
I like to crawl into the printer drawer when she’s printing things out. Wow, you should hear the words that come out of her mouth – #$%&*#@. But it works – I get coaxed out with Turkey.
Another thing I like to do is this.
This really frosts my mom. That way, she’s paying attention to me instead of whatever it is she’s looking at on that screen.
She’ll be back tomorrow, as she’s busy working on her Recipe Blog.
If I get enough comments on this post, maybe she’ll let me Guest Post again.
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