Don't Toy with Me!
"No, Snickers: That's MINE." I hear that all the time. What does that even MEAN? Doesn't everything in this house belong to ME, the SUPERIOR cat ANYWAY? The people can say what they want, but when they are somewhere else, I am the one who rules this household. Yeh, I'm talking about toys. Apparently, most toys are for the kids, not for cats. Oh, don't get me wrong: I get the occasional "ball with a bell in it," catnip mouse, or feather on a stick. However, let's be honest: the kids' toys are a lot more fun! There's nothing quite like taking Polly Pocket and flinging her up in the air or pushing a Thomas train track across the floor. Ah, and a LEGO piece, well...that's just the perfect sized toy for practicing long distance spitting. Well, they are all in bed now and I'm all alone with the toys (and the stupid yellow thing, but he doesn't really matter). So, they apparently left some cool looking toys out. I think I'll go fling them around the room. Then the mom can reprimand them tomorrow morning for flinging their toys all over the place. Bwah ha ha. Time to play, kitty!