This annoys me immensely. I don't go chewing on any of her stuff do I? Well OK, I *may* have stolen one of her beloved chicken necks the other day during one of my many missions onto the kitchen bench.
These bench missions are becoming more frequent lately. Everything I want is up there - chicken necks, Party Mix and no puppy!
Along with my bench missions, other things I've been doing plenty of to prove I am still the ruler of the house are:
- Meow-ling (that's a meow and a growl mixed together for those not in the know) a lot.
- Diving into the puppy's room and skulking about. I even used her gigantic doggy door the other day much to the hoomans' amusement (why is this funny?)
- And finally, I've been picking fights with puppy to get her into trouble. I meowl and stare at her and then she barks and wags her tail. This causes the hoomans to tell her off. Heh!
|I am so very comfortable.|
|Gordon Ramsay, or me. The choice is easy.|