What makes Wennie so mean?
I cry foul! My conniving, disloyal typing slave (I mean,
my poor, misguided mistress) has expressed her intention of
entering me for the Meankitty Gallery! I'm not a Meankitty!
I am a very Nice kitty!
I come when I'm called (sometimes). I let myself be picked up
any which way. I help keep my mistress warm at night and I wake
her up in the morning by knocking everything off the nightstand
or emptying out her jewelry chest. Saves the trouble of having
an alarm clock. I have even refrained from tearing the nostrils
out of that stupid, interloping dog my typing slave insisted on
bringing into the house last spring--I mean, I play ever so
nicely with my canine brother!
So how could I be a Meankitty? That time I bit that lady from
my mistress's new job who came to the house with a check, I was
just letting her know the check had better not bounce! And the
time I scratched my mistress under the eye and turned it all
black and blue? It was for her own good. She wouldn't put me
down so I could defend her against the evil kitties across the
street! And the time I grabbed the pet sitter's hand in my claws
and bit her so hard she had to go to the emergency room? I was
just putting her on notice that she'd better leave my mistress's
things alone while she was gone!
I do so much for that stupid, ungrateful typing slave-- I
mean, my beloved mistress! How could she say I'm a Meankitty?
I'm a Nicekitty, do you hear, a Nicekitty!!
And I'll scratch the eyes out of anyone who says otherwise!!!
Photo submitted by: Kathy (Wennie
herself never submits)
Date last updated:
05/30/07
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