My lust for carbohydrates got me in trouble.
I thought my human was asleep. Or she at least seemed busy enough to be ignoring ME. I know! The nerve! So I thought it was safe to break into that loaf of fresh, French bread on the kitchen counter. Well, my human with her bat ears heard me rustling the bag and I got into trouble. I only got a few bites in before getting caught! I guess I'm off the carbs again...sigh.
posted by Heather Larson at 1:51 PM
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My human is also pretty defensive about her counter tops. I don't know what gives! I think she has given up as she finally realizes that she lives in my house and I'm the king of the castle. But her boyfriend on the other hand -- what a silly fellow! He actually thinks he can "train" me to do things! LOL! He thinks he can train me to walk on a leash. He thinks he's harness traning me too! ;) He thinks he can train me to sleep in a basket but all I do is knock it off the nightstand. He thinks he can do all these things but my human, Heather, and I just look at each other and laugh. So to get back at him, I bite his feet while he's sleeping. I bite his nipples too.
Heather: Now, Traz, that's enough. You know you're not supposed to be doing that and you shouldn't give other kitties ideas!
Traz: Meow. Wait 'til he tries to put you in a harness sister! See how YOU like it. ;)
So Lucy, don't despair. Humans sometimes misunderstand their role in our world. They need our patience. Until they realize counters and bookshelves are our domain, we're just going to have to do our best not to lose our cool.
Maybe if you bring your humans a nice dead bird or lizard, they will give you a treat.
--Cheers, Traz.
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