Grouchy, Grouchy, Grouchy!

The weasels were out ALL NIGHT. She was so mad when she woke up and saw what they did. She kept yelling that she didn't know why she lets any of the dirty, nasty, little things live here--let alone six of them (MY point exactly). And then she yelled at me! I just wanted my wet food; if I don't follow her around making a lot of noise, she forgets. So whose fault was all of this? Hers for letting them out and falling asleep. Hers for waking up late. Hers for not getting my wet food at 6:30 am like the Godmommy does. Yell at me? Don't think so! Freakin' Witch!
~Mashed Potato~