Sunday, August 19, 2012
I'm On The Fence. I Mean He's Cute, But...
So mom's been taking care of the little guy, seeing to it that he eats every couple of hours, and playing with him out in the kitchen. He's gotten to where he gobbles up his food, then, after a brief grooming session romps around the kitchen. He especially likes looking at his reflection in the stove drawer, and it's funny to watch him put his nose up to his reflection and bat around underneath the drawer.
He's kind of getting used to his routine with mom, and once she opens the bathroom door (where they've been keeping him) he follows her right out into the kitchen, stopping along the way to sniff the table, baseboard, and anything else he finds along the way.
I am NOT very pleased with things these days, and I'm letting mom and dad know it. They know I'm seriously annoyed, and I'm punishing them for their actions. Yeah, yeah, I know I was once in the same boat, blah, blah, blah, etc., but come on, this is bullshit! I want to enjoy these autumn years. I don't do well with stressful situations. Really, guys. What are you thinking?!