Exhaustion has set in

Hallo Tonytigerbear here.
Mom has been after me to do a blip for a few days. In case she hasn't noticed, I am a cat. I felt it Important not to rush to respond., you see you can't spoil them. It only feeds the myth of superiority....theirs.

It's been a tough week here at Chez Tonytigerbear.

The days are longer now and much louder. There is a lot of noise from the birds The birds continue to piss me off. Now there are yellow ones, and purple ones and the boring brown ones. Lately there are grey ones wth little black hats on. I think all birds should wear hats. Then they would make me laugh instead of irritating me. Mom feeds them.
They don't have thumbs either. I need to start a union or something to get some thumbs. If I could get some dogs on board that would be nice but, dogs are stupid. (This is not my mom's opinion. I am a cat that's what we say) I mean really. Put that tongue in your mouth. Slobber never looks good on anyone especially me. There is a dog called a NewFoundland next door. He is huge and loves my mom. His favorite thing? Ground. That's it. Ground. He walks out of the house sees the grass and immediately lies down on it. Anyone can pat him. He will just give it away to anyone with a hand. He begs people to touch him. Its embarrassing to be near him. He also got a hair cut and looks foolish. So inelegant. It's important to make THEM them beg. I need to open a school.
(Not all dogs are stupid I know but from a cat's point of view they are way too easy)

My aunt Mia Undria is also irritating. She is about 8 lbs of pure irritatiNgness. Sometimes I walk through the living room with my head and tail high, looking pretty and being cool.... ......when I am attacked by her. Then I have to (try and) teach her a lesson. She is13. That's like 2000 in cat years. And what the heck does that mean? I live everyday like mom. My days go slower than hers do. If anything that should be like 5 in cat years. She acts like it. She bites my legs when I walk by, or my back or neck or toes. Ugh. Anyway she needs to cut it out. It adds to my irritation.
Ethel I will cut some slack. She is 12, and blind and can still catch a mouse. I bow at the foot of the master. Don't tell her I said that.
They have no fingernails. I have all of mine. I was advised not to use mine on them, I don't. I am a good boy. Oh that and they can kick my butt.
Newsflash, not like anyone cares in this house but, I no longer can fit in my house of invisibility. This is major. Some of my things are in there. I can't get them out. They have yet to make me a new one. See that's an example of how I am abused. I got stuck in my house and they laughed at me. People, I need a new one. It's a box not a Mercedes. How hard can that be?

This weekend has been exhausting. I have decided it's worse when mom is home all weekend. She has been doing "projects" all weekend. All I know is that I watch her through the front window as she works. She makes me so tired. Sometimes I have to nap, in the sun. (On a blanket not grass on the ground) It was fine until the rain came. We needed it mom says. I didn't need it. It made me tired I had to take another nap.
Well I feel better I got these things off my chest. I have learned a new sound. Kind of a prrrrrrrrrt. Mom loves it and I can get treats when I do it, snuggle her and roll over. No drool no slobber. I am still elegant.
Seriously I need to open "Tony's school for those who have lost their way."
I think I will nap on that.
Well almost time to get up. So good morning to the north and g'day Downunder.