Friday, September 18, 2015

I remember

My time outside.  I was out there, and it was wonderful.  Rolling around in the dirt, sniffing lots of interesting things.

Now, all I can do is sit in the kitchen window and remember.  Mom and Dad tell me I am not allowed up there, but it's the best view.

When I take over the world, I'll be allowed outside again..

-- Calypso

Monday, September 7, 2015

Dad keeps cleaning me...

With a damp cloth.  I don't know why. I spent part of the night outside (where I am not allowed apparently!).  I rolled around in the dirt and made my white furs all gray.  You might say I have 50 shades of furs now!

When I wanted to come in, I went to the bedroom window and meowed.  The first meow didn't get much action, but the third one did.  Mom poked her head outside the window and said "So you are outside!".  Then dad came around the corner and grabbed me.

Now he's trying to make me clean again..  Hmph.

-- Calypso