I mean really. My mom has been paying attention more to the stupid box on her desk in her room than me. Type, Type, Type. That’s all she does. Oh and mutters about dragons and weird sounding people.
THEN, when she needs a break. Does she play ball? NO! Oh no, she sings songs and makes me dance with her. Doesn’t she know that only Miss Honey the Great Dane dances? I Don’t Dance!
I want to play! Charlie the Cat can’t throw a ball. And he doesn’t always like to wrestle.
I sure hope she’s done soon.