I was doing my usual early morning sun baking when Momma asked me if I was hungry. I licked my lips in affirmation.
Don't EVEN get me started on the placement of my rug in the sun...just MORE evidence of my Mom's diminished mentals!
She gets my bowl and fills it up with my kibble and did her usual routine of placing three pieces of kibble on three of my beds. And she went into the kitchen... and this is where something happened to her.
Did I hear her fill my mug with water and place it in the microwave? No. Did I hear her use the grumbly / whiney thingy to open my canned foodables? NO! Did I hear her get my foodables in the cold box? NO! NO! NO!
Well what did I hear??? She started loading the plate licker!!! She rinsed and she loaded and dumped stuff in the trash and just kept loading that plate licker... (BTW... I volunteered for that job but Mom says I don't do a good enough job...Hrumph!) I waited at least 20 minutes before I went in to see what the heck had happened. She saw me and looked all surprised! She finally got it together and fixed breakfast. But I tell you, 25 minutes to wait for my feast to be properly laid before me! That's just torture!
My mom needs her head examined and QUICK! Next thing you know, she'll forget dinner! Grrrrr!!!