We've just had a four day visit from the lummox's mater. Nice enough woman; cat friendly, clean, keeps the place tidy etc. So I didn't really have any problems with her coming here. I even let her have the spare bed and I slept on the couch instead, which I'm sure you'll all agree, was very magnanimous of me. Well, she is in her eighties after all and I'm not a spiteful cat in any way, as all my previous blog posts will testify. But, something was bugging me all the time she was here and for a while I just couldn't put my paw on it. And then when she'd gone home again it hit me. How on earth could someone nice like that produce offspring like the lummox? I mean the man is an oafish boor of the highest order of oafish boors. And the other thing right, I've met his brother and sister-in-law as well and they're both smart, polite and pleasant people who aren't bristling with straggly facial hair and don't smell of B.O and farts. Well, what they do in their private lives is none of my business, but when I met them they were nice enough.
So what's the deal with the lummox? How can a decent enough family contain something like that? How can the constant cause of irritation in my life, the thorn in my side, the carbuncle on my horizon, spring forth from them? I'd like to hear your thoughts on the matter.
Email me at the usual address of treblepcat@gmail.com
I look forward to hearing from you. In the meantime, I'll continue to put up with listening to him filling the house with the sound of progressive rock and excessively loud flatus in equal measure.
PPP x
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