Persnickety Peg

Persnickety Peg invited me to the spa We were going to be Zen, with a relaxing ha ha We sat in the sun, soaking up rays off the snow She wore her sunglasses, and her face was aglow. She barely remembered I was there with her at all. Our masseuse was a tom who was at least half a foot tall. She giggled and purred and stretched under his paws. I was getting no attention, so got out my mean claws. Persnickety Peg was all about herself, boastful of course. I was irritated that she was her usual arrogant self in full force. She was boastful and proud, lollygagging there in the sun. I suddenly remembered she has never been fun.