Mabel is thoroughly put out with life right now. She doesn’t like the fact that I no longer let her run across my belly with her four pointy legs and 23 pounds of weight. On the other hand, I don’t particularly care for her dirty beard, but she thinks that’s a moot point.
She doesn’t like it when we rearrange the furniture. Although, I have to admit, she’s right. Everything will probably go back just like it was, but she won’t like that either.