I Growled At The Kitty

And now I’m in trouble. That’s not fair. I don’t like it when Mommy pays attention to the kitty. She should pay attention to ME!!

Mommy

Mommy needs to clean up after me.

I’m Not Allowed In Mommy’s Room

Technically, I’m being good.

I Went To The Vet

I got treats, and I got to meet new people. It took two people to hold me down while another gave me shots. I didn’t like that part. But, I got this shiny, new, green tag for my collar.

What Was That Noise?

Can I crawl in your lap, Mommy?

 

*Flash Back*

To when the couch had cushions. We don’t sit on the couch any more. I’m thinking that maybe tearing up the cushions wasn’t such a good idea.

Mommy Does Art

So, I tried to do art, too. Mommies just got mad. She doesn’t understand my art.

::sigh::

Oops!

I didn’t do anything. It exploded, Mommy. All by itself.

I’m Sorry.

But the mail was so much fun to tear up. Are you still mad?

No Mommy

I wasn’t digging holes in the backyard.

Why do you ask?