I don’t care how cute I look – NO TOUCHING.
On the other hand, if you were to, say, put out a few treats for me, I might relax that rule… for just a little while, though.
Dad recently got a new camera. Now he’s taking more pictures of us than before. It’s a bit annoying.
Every time he comes down, I have to go check him out – just in case he has some treats hidden on him somewhere.
But, he never does. It’s just him and his stupid camera.
I’m very disappointed (in you dad, of course). Next time, bring treats.
Dad and mum both tell me I’ve always loved to lie in my clean litterbox – and they dug up this picture to prove their point:
This is a picture of me when I was very young – less than a year old. As you can see, I was flopping in my clean litter even back then.
I guess mum and dad saw some sort of similarity with the picture they took the other day. Or maybe they just wanted a reminder of how I was when I was little?
But I didn’t need a reminder – I know I’ve always liked clean litterbox day. I mean, who wouldn’t?
Whenever I’m hanging out in dad’s office, it’s pretty much always sleepy-time.
After a busy morning of getting up on the couch, trying to sneak into the bedroom, eating a big breakfast, pooping everywhere, ripping up some cardboard, and racing around the house a few times, who wouldn’t be tired?