Yesterday I was still in a bad mood.
I let Mom know, on no uncertain terms, that I would
NOT go to check the mail and visit the Nice Ladies in the office.
I pretty much ignored Mom all day.
Daddy came home early only to take Mom away.
It was Wednesday I suppose.
I didn't care.
I was home alone for hours.
I didn't even put Mimzy in my food bowl.
I just waited.
Then, the second Mom and Daddy came home,
I began to insist on a nighttime recon.
Mom, however, was noncompliant.
I kept meowing even when she tried to take a bath.
Eventually I gave up and sulked on the back of the couch.
I was very upset.
When my sulking seemed to have no effect,
I tried the cute ploy.
I kept one eye on Mom to see if she was buying it.
I didn't have much patience, though.
It was only a minute before I resumed my sulking.
Mom tried to reach out to me,
but I responded in the worst way possible.
I guess I blew it!
I tried to convince Mom that I had just wanted to play.
I pawed at my stick-and-string toy.
I guess she bought it,
because she picked up the toy.
We had a little fun together.
After she stopped playing, however,
I turned my restless attention to the rest of the house.
"Don't blame me if I get into something I'm not supposed to, Mom!"