They’ve done it again. They’ve gone ahead and spoiled what was supposed to be one of the best fortnights of my life. The cat’s just gone, Christmas is near [well, almost] and they’d just informed me that they were going to yet another vacation and leaving me home alone.
Which meant I could invite all my neighborhood friends [OK, by “friends” I mean “friend” and even SHE only just tolerates me] for a combined “Welcome 2015/Buh-Bye Cat!!” party. And I may not be that popular among my canine-friends right at the moment but won’t a smashing bash change their whole opinion of me??
I had it all figured out. I would throw the party of the century, gain hundreds of new buddies and then never have to life a paw to do an ounce of work as I’d have lines of admirers begging to fetch the paper for me. BRILLIANT, is what I think my scheme was. BRILLIANT and completely GENIUS from all angles.
Until they ruined it all by asking a BABY-SITTER to SIT me. From the “Paw Care” association. Now, not only will I not be able to throw my party, but I will also be teased and humiliated about my “nanny” for all eternity.
THANKS A LOT, FAMILY. NO ONE CAN DEMOLISH MY FUTURE-REPUTATION LIKE YOU.