NawteeDawg Hannah checking in. Like I told you, Cinder, Mom loves it when you call us all that. Makes her smile every time even with "the stock market in the toilet"...hmmm, every time I look, I don't see nuthin in the toilet! Mom really needs to smile too, 'cause she wasn't in a very good mood yesterday afternoon when from two rooms away she heard my notorious *gurk, gurk, guRRKKK* in her office. She came a running but by then it was too late as I had upchucked a load right by her desk. She couldn't figure out what I had in my tummy to drop that big of a pile since I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, but the bird seeds kind of gave it away. My nemisis, Squirrel, has been pushing lots of stuff to the ground from the feeder, and when a girl is hungry, a girl is hungry. Then last night, everybody was in the big bed sawing ZZZs, Mom and the Tucker were back to back under the covers. Tucker is having a dream and it must have been a doozy 'cause he's making all kinds of muffled noises when he starts emitting another kind of noise...gurk, gurk. Well he never got out the third gurk, cause bed covers went flying in the air and the infamous OUT, OUT, OUT wakes up everybody. Fortunately nuthin got regurgitated and Tucker got a cookie to settle his stomach. Now how fair is THAT?
I'm the one who lost my lunch, and I get nuthin, Tucker threatens an upchuck and he gets a cookie. And this morning, all I did was lick the soap by the bathtub and I get another lecture. I think she's still on my case for getting Dad to side with me to vote for NO CATS in this house. Well, I better get off the puter so she can get to work, and I got some morning napping to get in. Check you all later.