You don’t want to see my other faces – now bring me my breakfast!!
-Betsy
So, we moved to a new house.
Mum and dad say things aren’t quite all unpacked or set up yet, but as long as my food bowl & litter box are in the right spot, I don’t mind. Besides, I’ve got lots of chinning & sniffing to do.
Oh, and I also need to sit and admire my new domain.
Oh, right, sorry Betsy… I mean “our” domain.
Sorry, what’s that, dad? “Your” house? Ha ha ha, nope! It’s MINE!
Now bring me some treats.
-Gus
Wait, what do you mean by “moving?” I didn’t give you permission to move!
We’re just going to sit here until you put all the furniture back the way it was.
Even though dad says we’re not moving far, and that we’ll have a yard to play in (while supervised), a garden to grow food & treats for us, and a bigger house to explore, I’m still not happy with the changes.
-Gus
Dad says he is our slave and has to do all this work in preparing our food for us. (Well, duh, obviously.)
Honestly I don’t see what the problem is – it doesn’t look like much work to me.
Though next time I’d prefer if he put that food in my bowl instead of storing it. In fact, just give it all to me!
-Betsy