Ever since my foot got infected I's had to stay at home with Himself, no walks or rough-house games allowed. How unfair is that?
Gosh I's been one very bored pup!!!
|Guess I'll just lay here then * bored sigh*|
After a couple of days of my forced imprisonment, Stalker Cat decided to start tormenting me by walking along the top of my fence! *my fence NOT his* so when I rushed out to give him a piece of my mind, I got in trouble for running!
The whole time he just sat there laughing at me, and I's thinking "One day soon boyo, I'm gonna knock you off my fence, you won't be laughing then, will you? *muffled giggles behind paws*
As the days wore on, I had to find my own fun. One day Himself had to go out, and I found hoomum had left some lovely rolls of soft tissue on the bed in my room *yep I has my own room with a hooman bed in it*. They were just sitting there, asking to be played with, so of course I had to oblige, cos it would have been rude not too. So I set about doing my very own unique style of interior design.
By the time I had finished, the whole of my room and landing looked like there had been a snowstorm, but of course it wasn't as cold, and the place looked like a Wonderful Winter Wonderland.
When hoomum got home, I crept downstairs to meet her, and somehow she knew I'd been up too something, *thinking* how does she do it, she always knows?
But I don't think she was overly impressed with my efforts, as she got the loud sucky monster out of his cupboard, and let him eat it all up. I hate him, he always eats the bits on the floor, and I think he even steals any tasty morsels I may have missed after one of my regular bin raids.
|Who me? I've been nowhere near the bin!|