I have developed a new technique to make Mom let me sit on her lap. Instead of just coming up to her and standing up on my hind legs, I stretch my arms across her lap and look up at her pleadingly. She almost caught me practicing that look in the mirror. I'll have to be careful.
It's been cold here but Mom still won't let us out on the porch. We have to check up on what's going on outside the mail slot? It's so unfair. That's always when she calls me Fuzzbutt and asks me if I want her to get the water pistol. I hate that thing. It's so gross.
Molly is so stupid. She keeps pouncing on me and then running away, or else I pounce on her and then she runs to Mom. Then she tries to chase me. Yesterday I snuck up on her and she jumped straight up in the air. It was so funny. Mom keeps talkin about something called a Supersoaker, especially when I get up on the counter, which I don't do as much as I used to. Where's my treat? She told me to stop doing it and I do it a lot less. What's wrong with that?
Of course, this might be because Mom got us this water fountain that makes the water taste better. It's a big upside down bottle and the water keeps flowing and tastes good. But there's still stuff on the counter I have to check out. I haven't knocked anything off the counter, ever, unlike Molly, who doesn't even have a big huge tail. She knocked Mom's last diet Coke over the other day and Mom was mad. I don't think I'd wnat her to make that sound again.
I have to go. I have to practice opening the doors so I can get in the bedroom and take a nice long nap.