circle of evil

momma stays home now and won't let me near the typing box. she's using the typing box ALL-THE-TIME!!!!! life is so unfair. i have so much to say and no way to tell my most excellent stories. how will my fans read my gripping and intense memoirs with momma hogging the writing thingie?

for a long time i've been meaning to talk about something so annoying to me (other than daddy and lindy) -- its the 'circle of evil'. see the pic? that noisy thing is the bane of my existence. momma is intent on running the 'circle of evil' every time i'm relaxing or trying to sleep (which is a LOT). i don't like it. it chases me all over the house and makes horrible sounds. its very disturbing to my peaceful existence in many ways. i think i'm its target and its intent is to suck my face off. uncle leo and i are working on a plan to kill it.

lindy and i have talked about this next problem quite a bit and we've decided that even though its nice to have momma home during the day, we think it would be better for the family overall if she left. she's a bit grumpy (momma, if you're reading this, you ARE just like newman sometimes). she follows us around a lot with a bottle of smelly spray stuff, a roll of paper towels and a mop. we've tried to tell her about the greatness of two or three mid-day snoozes, but she won't sit still. SIT DOWN MOMMA. if you sit, you will get the sweet bonus of rubbing my belly with your feet and stroking my head more.

christmas is over and the sanders' pets didn't get our usual holiday booty. last year lindy and i got a giant stocking full of (lame) squeaky toys that i think are stupid but lindy is crazy about. i don't know what those dumb cats got (they suck - i'm tired of newman's butt in my face). maybe momma and daddy think we didn't know it was christmas or that cause i don't like squeaky toys we didn't want any loot, but their thoughtlessness is very hurtful. i bought daddy some cd's and momma some pj's (well, they were from all of us really, but it was MY money and i fought the crowds at the mall). daddy tried to pass off regular steak bones as our christmas presents, but we get those a lot; christmas should mean special gifts, daddy!*&?!*%$!.

ok; gotta run. momma (who really is my favorite) is about to feed us dinner - tonight its turkey with gravy overtop a bowl of kibble. YUM. later, if i'm lucky, momma will sneak me some pizza and kisses (hershey's that is).

love and flowers,

daisy