Juana Tortilla

Hello most humans and many others,

From my perch atop to dining table, looking out the front window, I saw a sad sight this morning. It was Big Trash Day in our neighborhood. Missy Linda had dragged out the poor old blue sofa from the family room. It really wasn't that old; it was just not high quality furniture to begin with. It had holes worn through on the seat cushions. It had some holes on either end made by a previous kitty. The frame was snapped in half in one place which made it start to cave in upon itself. It was hideous. It smelled funny.

The embarrassing part is that it was still there when the trash dudes came. Usually, there isn't much left by Monday morning because people drive around and "shop" the night before. It is just a sad sign of poor Missy Linda's life: nobody wants her discards because she totally uses them up and sucks them dry. Poor Missy Linda.