Today, I was minding my own business, getting myself ready for a busy week of picnic marauding ahead.
I was grooming myself, so I looked my best—de-fleaed and fluff-a-honk-a-licious—because those human beings tend to be more generous with the breadcrumbs and other lunch time morsels when my feathers are snowy and smooth.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a human girl with a camera, which she was pointing my way.
I tried to ignore her, pretend she wasn’t there, because, like, “I’m having a bath here, pervette!”
Still, paparazzi girl, wouldn’t go away, no matter what unco-operative position I contorted myself into. Sigh!
There was only one thing to do...
That’s it, be-yatch! Photo time is over. Next time it'll cost you a cupcake. Ho-o-o-nk!