Yesterday I woke up feeling pretty good.
I got up and sat in the window for a bit.
Then Mom and I went on our usual outing.
I was such a good boy!
I enjoyed the window and didn't complain.
OK, that's not true.
I looked out the window for a little bit,
then I meowed and meowed non-stop until we went home.
The new monster came to life again,
but I was brave.
I began to think that maybe Mom is right.
Maybe it is a toy and not a monster.
Mom had put Yoda-Mouse on it.
I just had to investigate.
Then it started going really fast!
It was exciting!
I wasn't afraid like before.
I thought a lot about pouncing on it.
Of course, I never actually did.
We had all kinds of visitors last night.
First, Sarcastic Monday came by.
Then the Teenagers.
I was wary.
Then Auntie and Uncle came for a visit!
I spent most of the time on the chair under
the dining table.
When most of the extra humans left,
I kept vigil for any more arrivals.
I waited patiently,
but no more humans came to visit.
So I decided it was playtime...
...but Mom wasn't complying.