... and Mom thinks Im mad at her.
How could I be mad at Mom???
I wasn't crazy about yesterday.
I missed breakfast, was put in a jail cell,
had my blood drained and an EKG,
was made to take a nap... and I woke up with a sore mouf.
To add insult to injury, when I got home,
I was only given a sip of water every thirty minutes
and two small snacks of about one quarter each of my regular dinner.
It's just kinda hard to be lovey dovey after a day like that...
but I'm not mad at Mom!
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