October 27, 2007

The Woman keeps wagging her pokey finger at me.

Wag, wag, wag "Will you stay out of the pantry?" (No, because it's fun in there, I can jump on shelves and puh food around.)

Wag, wag, wag "Can you at least try yo get your entire ass into the litter box?" (No one said I wan't trying. Get me a bigger box.)

Wag, wag, wag "Can you keep your fur out of my nose?" (Stop breathing.)

I don't like that pokey finger, and I think when she's asleep tonight, I'm going to creep up onto the bed and bite it.

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