It snowed today and Maggie just wasn’t interested.
She had requested lasagna for lunch, and while I was happy to oblige her menu demands, she didn’t get any of Garfield’s favorite dish. All that grease just isn’t conducive to lady-like intestinal behavior.
Her Majesty expressed her disgust with me by taking a nap in the middle of the kitchen.
She has informed me that she has plans to attend a dinner party
and that my presence will not be welcomed; nobles only, you see. So while she primps and gets a facial, I’m stuck doing dishes. Its a dog’s life…