It has been an exasperating weekend. And that is a big word for a cool cat like me to use. I would have kept up with my blog this weekend, but I need Mom's help to get on the computer as I do not have opposable thumbs. But she was too tired and too busy with Black Hair Girl.

I'm not sure how or why, but Black Hair Girl gets meaner every time I see her. Mom chased her all weekend. She got into everything. She used the big man's toothbrush and tried to shave with his razor. She got into Mom's bathroom drawers and played with the scissors. She would not leave the telephone alone.

She chased me all the time. If I got on the couch, she had to sit beside me and pet me. She got my food and brought it to me and dumped it in front of me. She also dumped it on my head. Mom had to carry her everywhere she went, because if she didn't take Black Hair Girl with her, Black Hair Girl would get into something.

I really felt sorry for Mom. Every time she went upstairs to get something, she had to carry Black Hair Girl. If she went outside, she had to carry Black Hair Girl. And Black Hair Girl can run really fast.

Mom has strings in the back yard she calls the clothes line. On nice days, Mom takes little wooden clips and hangs clothes on the strings. I like it because some of the clothes hang close to the ground and I can play with them. Well, Mom was trying to that and Black Hair Girl kept running away to the front yard. So Mom would hang one thing and chase Black Hair Girl, hang one thing and chase Black Hair Girl. Mom was looking for extra string to tie Black Hair Girl to a tree but couldn't find any.

Mom bought Black Hair Girl a little bitty swimming pool. She brought her outside to play in the little pool. Black Hair Girl liked the little swimming pool a lot, but she was only it for a few minutes until she poopoo'ed in it. Mom got her out and turned on the sprinkler. Black Hair Girl really liked the sprinkler and would pick it up and tote it to Mom and get Mom and me all wet.

Mom was really, really tired by the time Black Hair Girl went home. So am I. I'll probably sleep for days. But that's OK, because sleeping is what cool cats do, and I am a cool cat.