I had such high hopes for a fantastic birthday today. I'm 10 years old, and as the Queen of the World, I think I deserve a dignified, treat laden, festive day to mark my 10 year anniversary as Queen of the World.
I woke the human woman up at the reasonable hour of 4:45am this morning, and because it was my birthday, she was actually very nice about letting the Mutatoe and I out, and promptly fixed us our breakfast without complaining! Off to a wonderful start on my special day. She even gave me extra cheese sprinkles before stumbling back to bed.
As usual, I jumped up and sat on her head for a bit. The human woman is a prime candidate for spontaneous human combustion, so when she started heating up I left my head position to lounge on my very cushy bed next to the human woman's side, and of course the suck up Mama's dog Mutatoe nabbed my head spot.
I was dreaming of livergreat and all of the wonderful treats I would be getting throughout the day to celebrate my special day when I heard the unmistakable sound of pre-horka from above. Without warning, splat!
Yep, the Mutatoe threw up on me!
Granted, I was hoping for a hot meal for dinner, I didn't expect pre-chewed Mutatoe leftovers.
The human woman jumped up quickly and began to clean up the mess... without realizing that I had been the target of the spew. I stood there... waiting. Then I stomped my delicate little feety feet and rubbed against her and that certainly got her attention. She cleaned me up and apologized (even though she wasn't the one that tossed their breakfast on me), and tried to comfort me, but I was inconsolable... who wouldn't be?
To make up for it, the Human Woman brought home LIVERGREAT!!!! Yessssssss! She's been all attentive and nice to me, even after I claw her, so I guess it was worth the inconvenience... plus its much quieter since I buried the Mutatoe in the yard head first*.
*Please note: no Mutatoes were buried in the yard or harmed in the making of this blog post.