SINATRA SPEAKS!
Muffy, I have no idea what’s gotten into him. I had a perfectly serviceable jungle in the area behind the house, lots of places to hide and lots of hanging branches and vines to climb. All was well. I hunted and the birds flew away. I pounced and the squirrels fled. The lights came on and I brought him large black bugs as offerings. It was paradise. Just like a human, paradise wasn’t good enough for him. He came in the back yard and MOVED MY STUFF AROUND! How dare he? Then, after he moved my stuff around, he started clipping here and there, no big deal. Then he got a bigger tool and started taking off branches and making a big mess — too big for one of the big trash bins to hold. I was complaining and supervising as hard as I could, but that didn’t matter. When that mess was out of control, he went and got an even bigger tool and started taking down limbs and I don’t know what all. I knew no good would come of it and would you just look how he’s changed from the warm and sunny days to this cloudy cool and windy day. It even rained last night and the rain brought the light and sounds with it to keep me inside. I didn’t want him to do any of it and now I’m having to listen to him complain about his sore arms and sore back and sore legs. If he didn’t spend all his time in front of that flickering light pounding on those little buttons maybe a little exercise wouldn’t make him so miserably sore. Maybe not, but I think it’s his just desserts.
Speaking of just desserts, what’s for dinner?