Mom just yelled at me. Again. I mean she isn’t reading the books on the bottom shelf so why should she care if I browse? They are delicious. But whatever, I came over here to sit “where she can watch me”. Tell me, why does this thing on the wall even have holes in it if not for me to stick my claws in? Mom sticks things in there and then the loud eating machine comes on. I mean, not very often but…Mom says I’m a cordless eating machine. Also that I have self-destructive tendencies. I have no idea what she’s talking about.
What?
