Service is Lacking

I find it distasteful to complain, but complain I must. The service in this hovel is completely lacking. I am served what passes for my meals in a tin bowl on the floor and to add insult to injury, I have to eat and drink from the same vessels as that other "cat" (and I use the term loosely). I am forced to press my nose to the glass while the wildlife tweeters and flaps the day away in the cool fall air. It really puts new meaning in "so close and yet so far".

Alas, my hopes for escape are few. As my behind widens with each passing year, I lose a little more of my ability to make a fast dash out the door.

First day with new blog

Talk about writer's block, er, writer's blog, I don't know what to say.