Posted By FarmerJ on August 26, 2009

Here’s the scoop ~ I really don’t like the rain.  It started raining this morning long before the sun rose, and it didn’t stop until after noon.  Well, what’s a girl to do when she hasn’t pottied since the night before?  I can only hold it for so long, ya know?

Well, thank goodness Aunt D got me this dashing blue rain coat last year.  Daddy and Mama had both tried to get me to go out this morning without my rain coat.  I went as far as the porch this morning while Daddy retrieved his ‘go’ cup from the truck.  Mama foolishly tried to coerce me into going out with the big dog when she woke up.  Nuh-uh.  Ain’t gonna do it.

But I’d finally reached a point where I could hold it no more, and it was either give in and brave those water droplets, or go on the carpet…and I’m smart enough to know no good could come from that!  So, I spun around and did my little dance and told Mama that I was ready to go out, but I wanted my rain coat.

Mama went out with me and took me around the side of the house under the deck.  Ahhhhhhh!  Finally, relief.  Ha!  That big dog doesn’t have a shiny rain coat.  She just has to tough it out.  Aaah.  Her fur’s thicker than mine.

And get this!

What is it with this Fancy Feline??  While I’m busy guarding the Farmstead, terrorizing toads, gathering grasshoppers, searching for snakes, helping Mama waste the weeds ~ generally runnin’ the place, ya know ~ she’s up here livin’ it up.

That Mon-kay doesn’t have to worry about the weather when it’s time to potty.  She just goes in this fancy little box Mama’s got tucked away just for her.  I’m not allowed to go near it, either.  Every time I do, some kind of shrill sound escapes from Mama’s mouth.

That fur ball tries to hog all the warm, cozy cuddly spots.  For some reason, every time I do something to earn a treat, she thinks she deserves one, too ~ and Mama gives her one!  Hmpf!  I don’t ever see that Mon-kay doing anything to earn me any treats.

I mean, just look at her.  All sprawled out, fat and quite sassy…beside an empty peanut butter jar.  You wouldn’t catch me lickin’ a peanut butter jar.  Huh-uh!

~ Abigail Hannah

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