I’ve got a bone to pick with that Human.
First, I don’t like my claws messed with and the Can Opener insists on tormeting me with those flipping clippers. She even said my back claws will be trimmed at the vets’ if I don’t let her do it.
We’ll see about that.
And, I don’t like the Furminator pet brush. It sounds too much like the “Terminator,” and everybody knows what that turned out to be.
I also don’t like my naps being interrupted which happens almost constantly throughout the day. How?
By the Can Opener using the blender for her smoothies, or sitting on the couch while I’m stretched out there sleeping- (just because likes to sit there, as though that’s an excuse)!
By the vaccuum cleaner. Her constant need to clean up all our beautiful fur off the couch, the carpet, the cat tree and everywhere else is getting old. Especially considering all the hard work Twilight and I do to improve the look of this place with our fur. Sometimes she can be so rude!
Then there’s the annoying noise from the dryer when she does the laundry, and it sounds like a siren coming through the living room.
Then, there’s her habit of opening the whole house up for “fresh air”- making sure that I can clearly hear every 2-legged critter in the neighborhood screaming, the cars and motorcycles racing down the streets, and all the annoying weed whackers used by the annoying whacky neighbors.
Don’t get me wrong- I don’t mind her having fresh air- I just want her to get it someplace else- like the Bermuda Triangle.