Walking Wounded

I am injured again in the line of duty - Mom doesn't like it when I fight, but SOMEONE has to defend the property from that sneaky gray feline with the white feet who thinks he can just walk across my yard any time he wants! It's nothing serious, just a scrape on the bottom of my left back foot - but it does enable me to walk with a limp (when I want to), so I have been looking pitiful and milking it for all its worth....lots of extra snuggles and some antibiotic cream from Mom and Face, but as yet no one has seen fit to make me some "get well" grits!

Grrrrrrrrrrr.....I want grits!!

I want my grits!!

Well, this just sucks, life is no fair! My friend, John, used to make me grits for breakfast every morning - just the way I like them, with real butter and jam - and now he's moved away and no one will fix me my grits....and Mom won't let me use the microwave to do it myself. (Besides, I am Mad-Eye Louie, I shouldn't have to fix my own grits, that's what the two-leggers are for!)

Sigh....I really miss John....and not just for the grits.