Hi. I'm Spot. I live at Magdalena's house. I notice I've been getting some bad press here lately, so she agreed (finally) to let me blog in self-defense.
Here's the deal. The woman is inept. Pleasant enough most of the time, but she's definitely got issues.
See this tennis ball? I love chasing the tennis ball! But with her throwing it, nobody (especially Magdalena) knows where it will go. I guess it's good exercise, having to backtrack and dive over stuff, but sheesh. Scary in the house, too, because the woman has stuff sitting around that will break if you knock it onto the floor with a tennis ball. No idea why she'd want stuff like that sitting around in the first place. One day I was so bored, I ran to the top of the stairs and dropped the tennis ball so I could chase it. And guess what--I knew where it would go that time! Wow, that was fun!
You may have read the woman's post about the Two O'clock Feeding and thought I was being unreasonable. But answer me this: Am I the only one who would suffer if the wood fire went out? Of course not! For Pete's sake, I've got fur! I was thinking of the people when I did that. Always trying to help them out.
And the deal with the rabbit the other night. Not my fault. I don't know if you've seen her lately, but Magdalena has been putting on weight. She needs more exercise. She even talks about exercising more. But as far as I can tell, talking about it isn't helping her shed that stubborn belly fat.
So, once again, I was trying to help out. I saw the rabbit and immediately thought, "Here's an opportunity for an enjoyable calorie-burning romp for all three of us!" The rabbit was up for it, and I sure was, but Magdalena... Um... Have I mentioned she's a bit awkward? She not only dropped the leash, but I guess she tripped over something, because she fell. Evidently she doesn't really want to exercise more, because she just lay there for a while. The rest of the evening she shuffled around the house and groaned. Imagine how few calories that burned.
Well, I've got squirrels and birds to watch, so I need to sign off. Just a reminder, though--there are always two sides to every story.
P.S.--Remember I said she's inept? My eyes are dark-chocolate brown, not this bizarre bluish greenish color. What's up with that?