I heard from my human today that we're moving. Great. That means lots of packing boxes. I love boxes.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I'm hungry right now, but my human won't feed me yet. "Not until 10 o'clock," she says. Who cares if I have dry food in two different places in the house? When I want my wet food, I want it then. I don't care if it's two in the morning, I'll start crying for my food (although I did do that once and all it got was me thrown into the den for the rest of the night). I guess I'll go flop down in the middle of the hallway and look as starving and pathetic as possible and see if that helps speed up the process.
at 9:46 PM
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I don't know why my human moves around so much at night. I mean, once I choose my place on the bed, she should not move at all! You all know how long it takes to circle around, paw the blanket a bit, and snuggle in! I can't believe she makes me move, just because I have 3/4 of the pillow. If she doesn't like it, she should buy me a new pillow. That's what I think. Do you agree?
at 12:44 AM