I knowed 'at wuz the problem two days after I brung the thang home because it got a real condysendin' look in it's slanty yeller eyeballs. Lak as if to say; "Y'all is beneath me an' I ain't got no time fer yer hillbilly prattle". My intyleckchall ex-husband gimme 'at same uppity look right reglar so 'at's how I knowed my true standin' with 'at blame cat. The' won't giv ye money back from 'em animal shelters places, neither, even if ye got irreconcilable differnses. So... thar I wuz, stuck in one of 'em disfunkshunall relationships an' puttin' up with hissin' an' a fussin' ever dang day. Same as my last marriage 'n' plumb tarsome.
I know...I ort to jist buck up an' make the best of thangs. I could do that 'cept the thang is under my feet all the time makin' demands an' messes fer me to clean up lak I's a 'cat maid' er sumpn' which I never signed on fer atall an' ain't inklynated to be. At first I tried gittin' in it's good graces by talkin' intylechall to it with big words an' actin' lak it made me no nevermind whut it done ner didn' do, such as lettin' me pet it, but it knows it's a painin' me an' uses its agin me. At blame cat manipillates me zackly lak my brainy ex-husband done. Same ol' thang......it's nice t'll it gits whut it's after, whuther it's cat food er treats er a belly rubbin' an' then yer writ off as borin'. I don't know why in the world I'm a tawkin' to y'all about it. Aw, jist mash on 'at delete button. Love, Francis
