Rosie

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I have officially decided that writing everyday is to tough, maybe three times a week? Come on, I'm not cute enough to do something different every day. I eat. I sleep, and I bug my master to play with me.

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I was on a laptop today writing a post, but you know me, I'm all paws, no finger! I was about to click 'publish' and BAM I accidentally highlighted my whole post, clicked enter and deleted the whole thing.

I remembered about the auto save and nearly jumped in joy! aand then it saved my post again. The post with nothing on it. How fun?

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Today's post is mostly focused on my masters daughter's cat, Rosie. I do NOT understand that thing. She's a big selfish ball of gray fluff. All I want to do is play with her, maybe sniff her rear a little, and I get a nose full of claws and my face covering with kitty spit.

She walks around all proud and acts like she owns the house, I just get back at her by chasing her and licking her butt.

But why does that devil get more freedom then I? She gets to go outside (in the FRONT) when ever she pleases, and she's even allowed in the living room and dining room, I'm NEVER allowed in there, I set even the tips of my claws in there and "Chico NO!"

The humans even complain about her, but she's.still.here. Luckily Dave blames her when I throw up...

I've been working MY way up to their laps now though... They pet her so much, but she just turns around and scratches them, she doesn't deserve the lap.