I am not allowed in the kitchen. It's against the rules, although I think I am doing mom a service by cleaning the floor after the "littles" (also known as the kids) eat. I mean, they say I'm messy- but have you seen the floor after THEY eat? Disgraceful!
So I'm on my rounds today, making sure the house is secure and I see this:
Is this some sort of sick joke?
Not only is that my nemesis but she is in THE KITCHEN, and she is sitting at the kitchen table- LIKE A HUMAN!!!
I had to no choice but to
I feel that she is mocking me. My eyelids grew heavy, and I was certain that she put me under some sort of cat-atonic trance (you see what I did there?) because when I woke up she was gone, leaving no trace of herself, and even though I barked and barked in the general direction of where she was mom did NOTHING!!!!
I will continue my guard duty post-haste. I am fearless (except for my own gas- it sneaks up on me, and the witch decoration in the front yard...... well, and when mom takes a bath and puts a towel up on her head because her hair is wet. Oh, and helium balloons, they freak me out. And when someone sneezes. Now we're just getting off topic!). I will keep you up-to-date on the criminal activities of the feline that I must share my family with.
Good-bye for now!
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