March 13th 2013 4:09 am
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Mom switched me and Gabe last night so he's now in the bottom crate and I'm now in the top crate. I was hoping that with my DDP and Gabe's FUS attack, Mom would forget all about that newest physical therapy idea of making me climb a step stool to get back to my crate.
I asked Mom what if I refuse to climb the step stool. She replied, "Then I guess you will have to sit on the floor in front of the step stool until you change your mind because the only way you're getting back into your crate is up that step stool."
Thing is there's no reason for Mom to even make me get out of my crate in the first place. I have everything I need right there, my litter, my bed, my food, my water. The things I love to do most, sleep and talk to Mom when she goes by (she always answers me too btw), I can do without ever stepping one foot out of my crate. Mom you have plenty of other kitty family members who run and climb and jump and play all the time so why not just let me enjoy being lazy in my crate?
Yesterday Mom got everyone a big new cat tree with lots of shelves and almost everybody is going crazy checking it out. I don't know why they get so excited over a cat tree. They have to climb it to get to the little houses and sleeping shelves on it. I can just curl up in my bed here in my crate without having to ever climb anything. I tell them they're silly to waste their effort. They tell me that I simply don't know how much fun they have and that they think I'm silly for wanting to stay in my bed all the time instead of coming and having fun with them.
Then yesterday, Lefty who usually doesn't ever embarrass anybody else, had to go and announce to the world in her diary that I had...uh....hmmm...a little...shall we say...gas problem. I complained to Mom about it. Mom just told me I need to exercise and do my physical therapy, that my gas problem is just one more consequence of my inactivity. Geez I can't get any sympathy from anybody lately!
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