Mom, would you please make the rain stop? I'm getting sick of sitting out on my deck with my furs getting all matted because I'm damp. No I don't want to come inside. It's summer. Do something about it. Now.
And what's with Figaro being in the house? It was bad enough I had to share my yard...yeah I know he was helping Jonesie and blah blah blah...but then I come in the house and there he is! You know I want to be an only cat. We are going in the wrong direction! This is no good.
And what's with you mom?...making winter kale soup for dinner when summer is just arriving...I know it was only 50 something degrees out...but BBQ anyway. Toughen up!