Friday, June 12, 2009

I’m a kitty now? What the heck?

Mom keeps calling me a kitty. Why? Because I lick my paws and clean my face. Does one have to be a kitty to enjoy a clean face? Mom needs to just pay attention to her own self and quit teasing me about my personal hygiene preferences. Do I tease her when she has that wild hair look going on?


::gheesh:: For reals…. Mom says she combs her hair in the morning, but I’ll be darned if I can tell.


Yesterday I met a new dog. He was a big guy, so I decided to test him out before I started to play with him. I laid on my back and let him scoot me around with his foot and nose. I also let him put his mouth around my neck, but he was being really gentle so it was OK. After about fifteen minutes of this, I decided that he wasn’t out to hurt me so I let him know I was ready to play.


Weeeee! Do I love being chased. I’m really good too, because I have lots of great swervy moves making me hard to catch. He was a good chaser, and a lot of fun to play with.


Mom says that I got a taste of my own medicine yesterday. Even though I’m missing a part or two, I still like to make other dogs my ‘girlfriend’ (wink- wink). Mom tells me that this is bad manners, and that I shouldn’t do this sort of thing. Especially in public.


Anyway, this new dog tried to make me his girlfriend and I didn’t like that very much so I learned a new move I like to call, “get my little furry behind away from the other dog jump and twirl.”


NOBODY makes me their girlfriend.


...or kitty (I’m talking to YOU mom..)