I watched him walk around in the dark looking for me. It was absolutely hysterical. He even went down the hill and looked under the house. Goon. He finally saw me sitting on the stairs, and I told him I was fine and that he should go back to bed. He picked me up, and unceremoniously dropped me on the floor. What the pheasant? I was fine! I talked to him a bit about how unfair it was, but he didn't listen. I curled up on a blanket and slept for thirty hours. Yeah, sometimes it's great being me.
Last night, I ran into the kitchen because I heard a noise that could only have come from a possible minion. He was as dumb as Tolkien. He was chewing on a packet of cheese from the pizza delivery people (pizza... yuck). I told him about all the other things we could share, but he never budged. I tried twice, but finally gave up and went to a window to watch the yard under the moonlight. Daddy got up and went to the kitchen. I watched him for a while, and was shocked to see his arm shoot out and my friend fall to the ground. Note to self: let's not really make this guy mad.
I tried to tell him that I needed outside today... repeatedly. He didn't get it. He made comments about me not having front claws (like that matters), and forced me to stay inside. Fine. I'm fairly certain that I can crap in his sandals...






