So there I was, gettin' ready to check out them dishies in the sink, and along came Momma with her flashy box. How'd she know I was on the counter? I swear, she's got eyes in the back of her head. And why's she wantin' to take a picture of me when I'm up to somethin'? Is she keepin' it for some kinda evidence? Beans sure are weird sometimes.
Not that gettin' on the counter's all that naughty. The only time she's a big stickler for keepin' us Ballicai off the counter is when she's cookin'. I'm glad she doesn't run too tight a ship -- sure, she has some house rulz, but hey, a smart kitty can alwayz find loopholes, especially when moms forget to pack dirty dishies in the dishiewasher.
A mancat's gotta be quiet when he's stalkin' dirty dishies, but I guess she was thinkin' that I was too quiet. Momma prob'ly thought I was gonna dive into the trashcan or open a cabinet door or try to climb the kitchen window blinds or somethin'. Now, would I do that...?
Anyhows, just between uskitties, I gotta remember to make just a little bit of noise so I won't seem too quiet. That way, I can get away with more stuff, hehehe!
Ariel and me had a great time at the Blog Blast fur Peace! She's a whole lotta fun -- she's the bestest girlfurriendkitty in the whole wide wurld.
And pleaz go to Suzanne's bloggie -- she's such a nice kittygirl, and she's been feelin' rough lately. She needs alla our purrs.