Bucky Says: Thank God She's Finally Asleep

RRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I'm writing today's entry because mama's allergies are acting up and it's best for all concerned if she just stays asleep.

And I thought this would be a good opportunity to give you my view of the woman in my life: M.

She's not bad. There are, of course, a few things about her that irritate me.

One is the constant begging for kisses. The woman is insatiable. She gets right up in my face, when I'm trying to sleep and rests her cheek against my powerful jaws. Doesn't she realize that with one *SNAP* I could bite off half her face? Of course I wouldn't, but just sayin'.

She has a strange intolerance for my prey. On at least one occasion, I have presented her with a perfectly decent dead mouse (ok, rat) and -- far from being grateful -- she screamed for dad to come take it away. That wasn't very motivational. And I have to tell you I was a bit insulted.

Then there's the issue about my hair. Let me tell you, I'm not the only one around here who's shedding. I can't tell you how many times I've come across a long brown hair in my kibble. And you know it wasn't mine. Plus she makes such a production about it when some of mine inadvertently strays. Big deal.

On the treat front, I've got no complaints. She's way more generous than Old Alpha, I mean dad. And she's especially free-handed with the protein (I think because she doesn't like it and it's a way of making dad think she's eating meat, which she's supposed to be doing. We all win on that one).

Oddly, I've learned to love fruit and vegetables with the woman. Just last night, we were eating cherries. She'd bite into one, spit the pit out and give me half. I found that endearing.

Heck, there's a lot about her that's good. I just wish she'd stop insisting on the constant demonstration of affection. By now she ought to know I love her. No need to get all slobbery about it.

Oh. Fragrance of the day. I'm still wearing Rose Ikebana and A La Nuit because she was hugging on me and my fur absorbs her perfume. I'm usually just wearing what she wore yesterday.