Rainy Day

Why is it that on rainy days, I'm more restless? I gave mama a run for her money this morning when I decided to get my toy mouse out and bat it all around the kitchen. She had to first get it out for me, then she had it pull it out of a hidden corner that I couldn't get my paws into. She finally decided to get some pictures, but it was too late! I was done. ;-)

They decided to have soup for lunch today, and the black dog wanted to get a share of it, so he sat in front of Big Mama. Well that just wasn't going to do, so I got on her lap to make I'd be the first get some if it was going to be given out! Well, neither of us got any. I'll have to work on my persuasion technique.

Whenever mama goes in the kitchen I go in there with her to see if there's going to be anything good coming of it. But the Big Mama said I'm getting to be like a dog. Oh, I resent that!! How dare she compare be me to one of those dirty smelly beasts. We cats have to stick together on this one. We are felines, and deserve to be treated as such.