This Sucks!

Not only is she never home, but she hasn't been cleaning my litter box on time! I only use my box when she is there because I expect it cleaned immediately. I am sure that you can imagine how horribly painful it is for me to wait all day. And then to not have her clean it. One time she went two days and I had to use dirty litter. It was awful!

If anyone has any tips out there--please let me know! And yea Simba! I saw that you finally killed Sassy! I'd gladly take any tips on getting rid of the six that still live here. And make sure you keep blocking the news about the skunk--we definitely don't need that!
~Mashed Potato~

Pretty in Pink?

Three weeks later, I finally get my birthday/anniversary gift. What a freaking joke. A soft, black carrier with pink lining and a pink paw print on the side. She said she couldn't afford it during my actual birthday. Okay, did she miss the point that I DO NOT LIKE CARRIERS!!!

She has been saying since last September, when the apartment flooded and the extra weasels came, that she was going to get another carrier. She only had two carriers and with that many weasels, I, of course, was the one to go without. So that meant riding in smelly weasel boxes every time I go to the Godmommy's or the stinky probe and hurt place.

Apparently, the plight of the NOLA animals made her decide that I needed my own carrier now. Weird humans. She also said that this one is airline approved--no freaking way!!! Will not happen in this lifetime!!!

Anyhoo, here is a really good site to help animals involved in disaster situations. Your human can send a donation or become a volunteer. I remember how scary it was for me at the cage place with weird smells and noises. I wouldn't want any other animals to go through that.

Well... that is, unless they are weasels... it seems a fitting place for them... I wonder how I can sign them up?
~Mashed Potato~

So Horribly Alone

She is gone all day. She sits at the computer all night. She sleeps briefly. I roam the apartment all day, howling; but no one answers. I tolerate ferret stench to pretend I am close to another soul. Some days, I hide in the closet as she leaves; hoping it will teleport me to wherever it is that she goes. I am so lonely and she does not care. No one does.
~Mashed Potato~

Now Do You Get It?

Seriously, look at them. Nasty, vicious little ankle-biters. Sassy's slave sent this as "the look that makes her feel bad and convinces her to let Sassy out." That is their cute face. Look at the freakin' fangs! Snaggle-toothed scummers! Imagine the face I have the pleasure of seeing...

And they wonder why they have to hide. Tonight, one spread litter everywhere and the others were apparently dumb enough to think that meant it was okay to use the floor as a litter box. The slave was annoyed, but imagine if I had pulled a stunt like that? She wouldn't tolerate it. Yet nothing happens to them. Dirty, dirty weasels.
~Mashed Potato~