THE "D" WORD

As a cat of my particular stature, the traditional four letter "D" word (for those of the feline persuasion - "dogs") is usually nothing to get my tail in a twist about. This past month, however, Big Ug has committed a horrible crime against nature...my nature that is, and has decided to put me on a diet! Who is he to say that I have crossed over from the merely big boned to portly pot bellied puss? He has some nerve! He is rationing out my cat food with all the generosity of a concentration camp cook. AND he is practically guarding the pantry door night and day to make sure that no one of a more reasonable mind and sympathetic bent (Boss Mama) can slip me some snax! What up with that????? I think I may have to show him how much I appreciate his "concern" for me by hacking up a few well placed hair balls. Or maybe it is time for "furry ties" to become a hit at the office. I don't know what to do, but I am working on it. It's time I get back that other "D" word that defines my proud species. "Dignity". (Or is that Dinner?") Oh I don't know...my mind is week from lack of nourishment!

I am going to have to take extra naps now, to help my body cope with this abuse.

Good....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz