Mom says I complain when I ask her to open the shades early in the morning. I just want to be able to see outside even before it is daylight. She may not be able to see well without a light, but I can. Okay, maybe not well because I do have vision issues, but I can still see things in the dark. That is what cats do, and as you know I am a cat. She is also wrong about the complaining, because I rarely say anything about the shades. I just reach up to put my claws into the thermal drapes she puts over the shades. I, personally, think the drapes look good with the pattern of tiny holes. I do the same thing in the van. She is the one who does the complaining after I do that.

Mom also complains about how much time she spends helping me write this blog. I like to sit on her keyboard every morning so we can discuss my ideas. It is her job to turn my ideas into the words she types. She says she would really like to work on her book. I question if anyone wants to read about a college girl who goes missing on Spring Break. Even worse is that group of old ladies she has as detectives. If she wanted a good book, she would write about cat adventures. She uses a headset to talk to her computer when she adds things to her work in progress rather than typing. She complains when I like to rub against her mic. I also like to sit where I can watch the letters appear on the screen as she talks. She complains that I am blocking her view.

So I ask you, which one of us is the complainer? Here is a picture of how much better the drapes look after I have done my best work! Please notice the almost lacy look I create.