Hopefully I’m not interrupting you right meow, but to err on the side of caution, I’ll make this post short and sweet.
You know when you’re out to eat and you’ve just taken a bite of your delicious meal when all of a sudden the waiter comes over to ask how everything is.
Talk about bad timing, right?
All you can do is offer a semi-smile and a nod hoping they get the point to come back at a more convenient time.
Maybe it’s because waiting tables was her furrst evfurr job (nearly seventeen years ago!), but Mom seems to have mastered the skill of knowing exactly when it’s the most inconvenient time to seek my attention. Fur example, she’s constantly interrupting me while catnapping just because she wants to give me a kiss. Can’t she wait until I’m awake? Mom is famous fur trying to have a confurrrsation with me in her piercing obnoxious cat-mom voice while I’m catching up on car shows with Dad. Um Mom, can’t you see we’re having a little bro time here? Purrhaps the most inconvenient is when she opts fur a photo shoot when I’m in the middle of grooming myself. What the fluff, Ma!
Sorry fur the rant, but can anyone relate with me?