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Ohhh man, mom and dad found my stash of gravy food under the bed. They say I'm hoarding canned food... whatever hoarding means. I don't think I've had a problem with that since they started giving me that hairball preventer stuff. Oh well.
They put all of the cans back with the supply under the counter. I know they've seen me, giant can hangin' out my mouth. They'd just take it and put it away. What did they think? I wasn't taking it somewhere safe?
Silly humans. And I was getting so close to figuring that pull tab thing out too.
Mommy calls me a faker, I'm more of a savant vocal artist. Whenever mom is on the phone I climb up to the mouth piece and purr as hard and loud as kittily possible. This has worked well for me in several ways.
First whoever is on the other end praises how cute I am, and sometimes asks to speak to me. Mom holds the phone and they goo-goo at me for a minute.
Second Both of my grandmas like it so much they send toys to me.
Third to get me away from the phone mom has to give me a scratch down and massage. That's nice!
Humans are so easy to win over. A purr here, a roll over show my belly for rubs there... It all pays off in the end. Just wish someone would call NOW!