I do not like being thwarted.
The elevator has been taunting me since I moved to my forever home. People coming. People going. And I'm not there enough to keep an eye on things. Sure, when Mom comes in or goes out, I can make it out into the hallway and patrol things to make sure that there's nothing particularly interesting that I shouldn't be missing. At least until she chases me down the hallway and gets me back into the apartment. But Mom has been home sick today there's been no opportunity for me to get out there OR to practice picking the lock to the front door with my claws so I can give that elevator a piece of my mind..
So since she's congested and resting on the couch watching TV, I offered to write her blog post today. And as I happen to think I am a particularly talented feline, I'm thinking about giving her those great big winkies that turn her into pudding and getting a regular Monday blog spot.
I mean, there are millions of cats out there secretly logging onto their humans computers. Where else are they supposed to go? My regular spot would keep them from using their humans credit cards up at Fosters and Smith buying toys and catnip..
I'll have to work on her while she's not feeling well. I mean, if she agrees while she's sleeping, that still counts. Right?