Sometimes I'm just laying around minding my own business when my mama wants to play.
She likes to play this silly game called, "the claw". Most of the time I am not in the mood to play this game.
I know that somehow I'm going to get the the raw end of the deal in this "claw" game.
See what I mean. For some reason she thinks this is a fun game. Who is she kidding.
I let her know that I am not happy with this game and am thinking that next time I see "the claw" I am hiding under the couch.