So all three of my mama's have this thing that they are always on, they call it their 'I Phone' and spell it 'iPhone' but surely they mean 'My Phone'?! Considering they work in media and marketing you would expect them to have better grammar wouldn't you?! I mean, I'm a cat and here I am typing on their computer, while they are too busy to notice as they are playing on their silly My-phones.
Sometimes I think they love those things more than me. Take, for example when I try to wake up mama Sam for my breakfast at 5.30am. I try curling up next to her and purring, poking her and scratching her, but nothing will make her get up. Then when her alarm goes off she will grab her phone from the dock thingy and then put it next to her on the bed. I try and sit on it and push it off the bed, then she gets mad and finally gives me my food.
Can you believe it? If I had thumbs I'd pick that thing up and throw it on the floor if it would make her get up when I want my food. I shouldn't have to wait, I rule this house. They're always saying I'm the house cat. And when a moggy rules, his minions do as he says, right? Well someone needs to tell that to my mamas, in particular the one with the giant mane (it's like a lion's hair but I'm the only cat around this place!).
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