Dragged a paper bag upstairs from the kitchen. Meow. It was full of pop cans, but I didn't give a crap. It was a blast.
I've been sitting on top of the cupboards while the humans are at work. They reprimand me when they get home, but, eh, I don't give a damn. I'm going to keep doing it.
I got in a bit of trouble today. I was just playing around, but I scared the human female again and she put me downstairs. She let me out after ten minutes and then petted me. Ha. I have it good. Meow.
Food tastes like crap. If I could drive (long live Toonces), I would go to the store and get me some yummy stuff...possibly fish flavored.
For reasons beyond me, the humans like to pick me up and dance with me or put me on two legs, move me around and make funny noises like mew mew or dum dum dum. I have no clue why. It must be entertaining for them. I think it's pointless.
Off to take a nice big crap. Meow.
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