The Spoiled Rotten Family

The current Tire Ordeal has shed light on a problem I was unaware of until  now.  Or perhaps I was in denial:

Someone at my house is spoiled rotten.

Now, in the past that title went to Bandit. It was a well deserved title. One that Mama accurately described with her pronouncement that, "Bandit is so rotten I can smell him all the way to Florida." That's quite a bit of spoiling.  I took my role as FurMommy seriously and doted on Bandit. The world did not revolve around the sun, it revolved around my FurLessBoy. However, since his passing six weeks ago, the title of Most Spoiled One can no longer be laid at his paws.

I would say the title has been passed on to The Cat...

However, cats are spoiled and entitled by nature. They have staff that wait on their every whim, not human "owners." They decide if they will play or lay. No enticement to do something they don't want to do will be successful. They are the consument Independent Thinker. We could learn a lot from cats. This independance is ingrained in their DNA and can not be counted againt them as being spoiled rotten. Therefore, Moggy is also not the Spoiled Rotten One.

That leaves only one other occupant...

I had an inkling when the loaner Ford gave me for the night, before my insurance provided rental was ready, had an actual key.

That I had to insert in the ignition.

Oh my gosh! You would have thought I had never driven a car before. I looked for the push button and couldn't find it. Even when I realized this key fob has a bit or blade. It took a second, before it finally dawned on me the course of action required was insertion.

The following day I received my rental and my divaness was reinforced. 

Insurance is providing a daily allowance  that is sufficent to meet my travel needs, but not my comfort desires; therefore, I am paying a small daily amount out of pocket for an upgrade so my knees don't creak attempting to enter and exit a low ridding car.

But my divaness doesn't stop there.

The rental SUV has a backup camera and a bladeless key fob; however, no GPS,  only limited voice control, no bluetooth speaking through the radio, no audio text, no lumbar support, no blinged out steering wheel cover, and much missed on a cold morning:  no leather seat warmers.

Yep.  I am spoiled. Rotten.

Mama probably was smelling me, not Bandit, all the way in Florida.