Saturday, July 4, 2015
Oh Woe Is I
Good morning, Kitties, and Happy Fourth of July! *I* am not having a Happy Fourth of July, or Happy-Anything-Else, either. Phfft.
After a most unfortunate trip to the Stabby Place on Thursday* I have been grumpy and out of sorts. This has not been made better by the dearth of applicants for the position I posted Thursday. I think the Human is rejecting them before I have even had the opportunity to conduct interviews.
I really need my own phone number. Or maybe thumbs.
Oh, and wouldn't you think that, given my delicate recuperation from the traumas of the Stabby Place, that she would at least spare me from the intrusive lens of the flashy box?
But, no; evidently my suffering is naught to her but fodder for the blog.
Insensitive old bag.
* I am scheduled to return July 21 for dental procedures, including a couple of "extractions." I do not like to ponder the meaning of that word. The last time something was "extracted" from my person, it was from the other end and it not only hurt like a %#@%^, but afterwards I wasn't a real boy anymore. ::sulking::