Wake Up Kitty

I have a big pair of scales. There is a large pointer on it that should tell me exactly how much overweight I have each day. Since I want to be sure it's also electric. Which means the scales can tell me my weight in grams exactly! My scales has his own life. In the middle of the night it starts weighting something. But if I step on it I have to wait a long time till something shows up. To be sure, I step on it 4-6 times each morning. It seems to be necessary since I always weight less the more often I step on it. After that I save my weight of the day so I can check how much gram I ... now with the day before. As I ordered something on the internet I received an other scales for free. This one is even greater... well they say it is. No big pointer or large numbers on it (which I can't see if I stand on it without having my glasses on, so I have to kneel down each time to read what it says) but a small display on a wire. I can keep it in my hand when I step on the scales. This...

You can't be Mrs Jerky Kitty, my brother says. He is a Jerk! Also it's cold in Lapland, don't you know that? You can't stand the cold. And why does he wants you to travel and move over there and isn't he willing to give up anything? What do you know about him at all. He is only asking you questions but if you ask him something he is never answering. Look at his picture! My brother is pointing at Jerky's picture. Oh come on, I know you have bad eyes but you can't be that blind. He leaves me alone with a pic of an ugly, middle aged guy in a pink shirt, married 3 times before. A very selfish guy, who claims I am the love of his life, but is not willing to leave the place where he already is living for a hundred years, surrounded by all his ex wives and kids. They youngest is a baby and I have no intentions to be a stepmother. But my life would be like a fairy tale. The guy is still not broke, travels a lot with his racing horses, he has a big house and a great ...