I hate Mondays. They are annoying, pesky, and Odie-ish. But the main reason, as I'm sure you charming peoples would know, is that Mondays hate me.
For example, take last Monday. I, or the world's most fabulous cat, was enjoying myself by taking a snooze in the sun. Suddenly, a tremendous bang woke me from my slumber. Startled with my fur on the end (not that they weren't before), I shot like a poor kid who was forced to eat his veggies, to under my fuzzy blanket.
Now, you might ask, what is so bad? Well, it was more complex than that…on the way to my blankie, I've managed to:
Send Odie face first into the toilet while I was rushing past
Disturb Nermal's mud pack so now she looked like a furry mudball
Break the chinas John received three years ago
Accidently set off the burglar alarm
As you can imagine, my whole day turned upside-down. Chaos ruled the house. Odie barked his head off, Nermal screeched like a banshee, the burglar alarm set off the dogs in the neighbourhood, and there was poor me, shivering under my blanket, hoping for Monday to end.
Mondays I hate the most, but other days I hate too. I don't like Tuesday because the shock after the mad Mondays still haven't worn off. Wednesdays aren't very good because I'm still jumping at every little noise. I despise Thursdays, when I've settled down, and everything is too boring. Fridays are bad because it's getting close to Mondays again. Saturdays? Even closer to Monday. I get so scared on Sunday that I can barely get my fur to lie flat smoothly.
