June, why are you on the table, staring at me . . . ?
'Cause you're occupying my chair.
Really now, it is actually our chair, not your chair,
and I'm just watching the evening news whether you like it or not.
I do not like it. It is my chair. And I'll stare at you as long as I like. So there.
Well, stare away, it won't make me get out of our chair any sooner . . .
JUNE COMMENTS: it is 4:45 pm, any day, and I have finished a delightful supper of Sheba Cuts ~ Chicken, a favorite, and am ready to curl up in my polka dot chair, do a little wash-up and have a pre-bedtime nap. My "mine Mommy" is not cooperating. I know she's a news-junkie/pawlitical animal and all that but seriously I also think she's secretly in love with Jake Tapper @ CNN, oh dear, what's a kitty to do? Newsschmoooz. Anyone wanna guess when commenting what time I get my chair back? 5:00 pm? 6:00 pm? That's when I'll be thankful! Until then, I will stare. I can out stare her anytime.