Boy was it hard to get out of bed today. I pushed that snooze button over and over again. Even Freckles didn’t want to get out of bed — of course Freckles never wants to get out of bed until she hears me pour food into her dish. Nothing gets a body moving like a bowl of meat by-products.
In my next life I want to be a bear and sleep all winter and wake-up in the spring. Of course there would be those pesky hunters who want to kill me for fun, those crazy philosophers who keep asking if I poop in the woods (like, duh, is the Pope Catholic?) and those creeps who want to capture me and make me wear funny clothes and do stupid things in a circus. Where are the hunters when you need them?