Ungrateful or What?

The complaining started first thing in the morning. Simmy tried to meet the immediate needs, immediately. It seemed all was fine for a little while. She read the emails about the problems of looking after aging parents. Sigh!
She sewed two pillowcases that she had been meaning to make for about a month now.
She washed the laundry, two loads, and hung it all on the line to dry. She hung out the duvet hoping all the flu and cold germs would blow out of it. Sam had been sneezing and flu- like all week.
Then she went to the grocery store, lucky enough to get a fresh turkey. Then it was off to buy coffee beans and bread and peanut butter.
When she came home, she rescued the laundry off the line, and sat down on the front step, somewhat exhausted. The complaining and whining started again, only this time it just got louder and louder.
"What? What do you want? I don't even know what to do for you anymore."
The yelling continued.
Finally, she sat down and gave the lecture that he had coming all morning... "You are going to find something to be thankful for this weekend. I mean it! You have a great life and you haven't earned a bit of it. Now, find something... and I do mean something to be grateful for. Got it?"
She plunked him down on a soft duvet and walked away!
Within a few minutes everything was finally peaceful and Simmy felt she could get back to writing.

Simmy went to take a picture of the culprit in question. When she got near the grump, he poked his head up, whined and then tucked his head down in a deliberate I'm ignoring you position.
"Humph! You're too spoiled by far!" Simmy said.
"Ungrateful being!"