yesterday the short one left. she said not where she was going. only "be good"...what ever the duece that means!
as if some kind of a sick joke she left the fat one in charge. oh he is sure to feed himself but i will probably have to steal from his plate when he leaves the room like i normally do. i believe he is receiving military training. ever since the short one left he has been in front of a monitor practicing military procedures and killing little pretend humans.
hhmph, maybe he should practice getting on a treadmill.
IT'S 85 AND SUNNY FAT MAN!!! GET OUT AND LIVE A LITTLE!!!!
oh if and when the pig tailed one returns there is a meeting scheduled with her cheek and the back of my paw. this type of treachery will not go unnoticed or unretaliated.
mark my words humans, the day will come when your cereal will have an odd sort of taste that you won't be able to place, but i will know the origins my friends, i will know.
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