"Why are you constantly shredding any paper product you can get your mouth on?" Mommy asked me quite recently. I say this:

I shred, therefore, I am.

Suddenly, Mommy is disappearing to that work place for far longer than I'm accustomed to. AND she dared to awaken me at the crack of dawn this morning! I'm not happy! I informed her of such by peeing where I shouldn't. Ha! That will teach her! I'll never finish my plans for world domination when I'm constantly wondering when Mommy will be ( Read more... )

Must use new icon. Hehehehe.

So there's talk of camping again this weekend. I really don't think I like this idea. Perhaps if I poop in Mom's shoes then we won't go. Or maybe I can shred stuff. Or something. *sigh* It's inevitable that I'll have to go isn't it?

I'll report the horridness when we return.

It's been a month since my last update. I do apologize for the silence but Mommy hasn't spent as much time on the computer and I can't use this damned contraption without her help ( Read more... )

God, I love garbage. I can't reach the big trash can but I can get into the trash in the bathrooms. There's nothing better than shredding used tissue. The best part is watching Mom pitch a fit every time she finds my latest shredding. Although, lately, she's been closing all the doors to keep me from satisfying my need to chew stuff up. And ( Read more... )

Insufferable wench! I froze my tiny little ass off on Saturday due to Mommy's insistance that we attend some ridiculous ceremonial ritual called a "going away party" which involved a long car ride and far too many impudent college students. They all insisted on touching me and cooing over me. As if I need to be told how incredibly adorable I am ( Read more... )

Peed on the carpet right after Mom came home. She "loved" that! I just wanted her to know what I think about her going off to that work place every day. I don't like it. She could be home paying attention to me instead. She doesn't need that job anyway. I heard her tell devilwoman, er, I mean the roommate woman that her boss was mean to her ( Read more... )

Bark, bark! That lovely sound that Mommy adores. Alright, maybe not so much. Can't she understand that I must alert her of danger? Repeatedly? For several minutes straight? What's the problem ( Read more... )

How many times will this confounded thing go down? We keep losing our wireless connection. Whatever that is. Mom says it's what gets us online. I guess I should learn these things if I'm going to take over the world ( Read more... )

Mommy ahd to go back to that place she calls "work" today. She had been home with me for a few days and, although it cut into my world domination planning, I enjoyed the company. I hate when I have to spend so much time alone, locked up in the kitchen. It gets very boring ( Read more... )