The Human has had a long weekend, and is recovering from the, how did she say it, "jackhammer in her brain"? It's convenient for me, because I feel like I've been misrepresented on here, so I'm writing today to share a little bit about what it's like to live with a
That's me and The Human. She's a bit of a party pooper. Can you believe she won't hang out and party with me all night long? I mean, I'm technically older than her and I can boogie woogie with the best of them. Novice.
She also doesn't appreciate my creativity. I mean, I love playing with all of the toys I have, but sometimes I get bored with the same fuzzy mouse. So every now and then I like to use my thinker and come up with new toys.
This one turns into a bunch of different toys! I can't imagine why she wouldn't want me to play with it, I mean, she left it out for me. If she didn't want me to play with it, she wouldn't have left it out.
Okay, so this one surprised me a little. It started leaking this stinky liquid.
Another thing I don't understand is why The Human gets mad at me for sharpening my nails. Doesn't she know it takes serious work to look this good? Besides, I think I've made the furniture look better.
Antique is in right now, isn't it?
I mean sure, I throw up sometimes, but it's only because I have a hearty appetite and I get really excited, but there's no need to embarrass me.