Last night I was sitting out in the living room, and my daddy was sitting on the floor by the couch. I was watching him closely, in case he tried to pick me up. But instead, he took the little jingle-toy from the floor and rolled it in front of me. I had just put it aside, so I picked it up with my mouth and tossed it off to the side.
Then, he did it again. So, I tossed it aside again. And he did it again! So, I tossed it again.
Gus later told me that this is a fun game, and I guess… maybe… it was sort of fun to throw that jingle-thing. I do like the sound it makes when you throw it. Although to me, the most wonderful sound is the “rrrrrip” of cardboard when you tear a big piece off.
Still, I guess it was a good night, since my dad didn’t try to pet me or pick me up.
There’s this great spot to hide that my mom and dad have blocked off – it’s under the couch. It’s very nice under there – no one can find you! So recently I started chewing on the edge of the couch to get back under there. I found out that there is still some stuffing that I can pull out, and I had a great time making a huge mess of it all. It was great! It’s nice and dark under there, and I just love it.
But then my dad found out about my work, and he scolded me. He tickled me until I ran out from under the couch (how he fit his huge hands under there I don’t know, but he did) and then he blocked it up again. He said, “Betsy, no more chewing on the couch! That’s what your play table and cottontail cottage are for!” I don’t understand, I was just playing. He says the same sort of things when I dig in my litter box. Maybe he’s never tried it himself, that’s why he doesn’t know how much fun it is!
C’mon daddy, dig in the litterbox with me! It’s fun! And you just have to try chewing on the couch – it’s just the right texture!
Lately I’ve been lying by the bedroom door, where I can see my parent’s bed in the morning. My daddy gets up later than my mommy, and Gus and I are anxious for our morning treats, so I wait there when the alarm goes off to make sure daddy gets up. Once I see him start to move, I run into the living room to wait for treats. I really like dried cranberries – so much so that I will tolerate my daddy touching me while I eat. Although Gus always grunts and tries to steal my treats. He’s such a pain sometimes!