My smallest human set down a book for me to sit on but when I did, she nudged me right off. What the heck? If she didn’t want me to sit down, why did she put it right there in front of me to sit down on? She’s so weird. It’s like when she leaves her sweater out for me to fluff for her, and when I do, she looks at me all weird like I did it wrong. Oh well. I warmed the book up first with my butt, then I read it. It was pretty good. It’s called The Year I Didn’t Eat. You should read it sometime. I give it a 4 paw review!
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My human is a writer. She’s pretty great most of the time. She tells me the funniest stories and I like the way she scratches my chin, but she can be pretty gross, too. I mean, I never see her lick herself clean before she handles my food, and who knows where her paws have been.
She also doesn’t always say ‘thank you’ when she should. I fluffed up two sweaters for her today and nothing. Nada. Zip. It wasn’t easy getting all those strands of yarn to stick out, but I did. You’re welcome.
My human has five smaller humans living in our house, too. They come in assorted sizes and smells. I think their names are “Don’t Touch That”, “Don’t Eat That”, “Put That Back”, “What’s That Smell”, and “Go Ask Dad”. I usually try to avoid them, but sometimes they have food.
I have a sister named Sasha and a little brother named Salem. He’s your typical little brother. He takes my food when I’m not looking and he tries to take my spot on the bed. When he gets too annoying I like to get even. I usually just take a bite of my human’s food and leave it by his dish. It drives her crazy and she ends up putting him in the garage for the night. Hee, hee.