Monday Mooch Moment

Geez.
Mommy AND Tommy hissed at me---ME---because of Mooch.

Yea--her.

Why?  See, what happened was, Mooch's third "Gotcha Day aka The Day MY life was Ruined" was on Feb. 27. I secretly hoped everybody would forget. I mean, it's MOOCH--c'mon!
Turns out, both Mommy and Tommy said they'd hoped I'd gotten over my 'issues' with She-Bad Cat  and I would mention Mooch's coming inside on my blog....MY blog....hmm. I won't bore you with the scowls and not as many scritches that didn't happen, and get on with the Mooch moment. *sigh*

I went back and looked what I typed a year ago, about Her Royal BadCat  Mooch's Gotcha Day. My whiskers tickled, because it seems like not a whole lot has changed in a year (I wonder if Dr. Phil is available?)  So instead of me writing a whole bunch of how Mooch loves all over Tommy, hisses at me, cuddles to Daddy Peyton and TALKS beyond compare--I put the link to last year's post. 

And next year--it's just gotta get better with Mooch--and maybe I'll stop chasin' her to show who's boss...oops, did I say that?