No Presents?

Tuesday was my two year anniversary of living with the slave and usually she would have celebrated my third birthday then also. Nothing. She sat on me and cleaned my ears--but I hardly consider that to be a pleasant activity. I clearly heard her call Dar today and wish her a happy birthday--why nothing for me?

Wednesday morning, she awoke to find I had taken Goat Guy down and mangled him somewhat. This morning, it was the dragonfly off her computer shelf. Perhaps she is learning; she did follow me and brush me as I requested. Plus I decided that my bed no longer reeks of ferrets and I hung out in there most of the morning. When they were out, she kept them away from my bed and didn't let them bother me. But then again, she did yell and chase me when I attacked Banter (like he can't take it)--so who knows.

Maybe she figures that I am too old for a big fuss. You would think though that I could have at least had some cat nip or a bed time treat. She is so unfair sometimes. I bet it is because the ferrets are hogging all of her time. They've been so bad. The night before my birthday, Banter kept trying to knock her photo albums into our water fountain--while he was distracting her with that, Winzig was dragging the bag of kitty litter the whole length of the livingroom while the others rolled in it and spread it around. You know, come to think of it--I bet they have been doing all of this to keep her busy and make her forget about me. Stupid weasels. It's just one more reason to hate them.
~Mashed Potato~