Morty is.... The Contender

Daddy figured out that I'm right-pawed because when I box, I jab with my left paw. He was so proud to find out that I'm a little boxer when I bop things that make scary noises... or Eli.

Dutch Oven

The other night, Mom was reading in bed. I decided to practice my mole skills by burrowing under the blankets. It was nice and warm, so I curled up. I was so relaxed that I farted and realized it was too stinky to stay under the covers. I ran out and brought some of my stink out with me, grossing out Mom. Now my entire family thinks that I'm so dumb that I gave myself a dutch oven. I don't even know what that means!

Morty the great!

I killed a bug last night. Mom was happy to hear the news, until she heard that I started to eat it and bat it around. It didn't taste that good, but I ate it anyway.

I love the bathroom

Somehow, I managed to get the bathrug into my litterbox this morning. Mom was not too happy, especially since the bathrug was not the only thing I messed up. There was litter in the bathtub from my morning tumble & roll and I knocked a couple bottles onto the floor. Now Mom's mad because she has to wash the rug and doesn't have time because of something called "law school."

Nightly patrol

Mom took a shower and I ran into the bathroom as soon as she was done. I drank some water that was left in the tub and then knocked a shampoo bottle down for fun. Now I plan to eat some kibble and then chase Eli around the apartment, doing the nightly kitty marathon.