I think this is a nice profile of me. Momma is going to call to set up a veterinary appointment for me when she gets back next week. I have been “too finicky” according to her. I do not know what that is. I have a new food that I like. I think I should be able to eat it, don’t you? Just that and nothing else. Why does she insist that I eat what she puts in my dish rather than what I want? And why doesn’t she know what I want?
It is hard to train a person.
Last night Cheysuli kept everyone up. Momma put Ichiro out and I was still snoozing. Chey was too but as soon as the door closed she got up and started moving about. She would not let Momma catch her and she wouldn’t leave when the door was open but she kept making noise so that she woke everyone up. Daddy was not very happy. He even got mad at me when I woke them up a few minutes before the alarm went off. I think I am much better to wake up to than Stephanie Miller.