I sprained my right front paw and the Humans have sent me to the Private Members-Only Cat and Woofie Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, to recuperate.
The Humans believe that there are fewer opportunities for mischief in the Club, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something.
A few months ago, the Humans rebranded the room where Human Mommy used to do her clickety-clackety typing as the Guest Room and I subsequently rebranded it as my Private Residence.
Not that I don’t host guests in my room—I totally do.
Never the young upstart, though. He is not invited.
Yes, Human Mommy, I am sulking on my pretty pink blanket. Why am I sulking?
Because of the annoying, bouncy, pouncy interloper who is undergoing a major growth spurt but, incredibly, seems to become even bouncier and pouncier as he ages.