Barney

Designing upholstery

a formal complaint

I spent the morning with mom.
We have a new game.
I do something cute. She grabs the camera.
I run and hide!

then a great while passes.... and I do cute again.
She grabs the camera and I run and Hide!!!

 

Haaaaa, she falls for it every time!

For the record, I am not alone!

Only Arich wants to sleep with you!

We all want our own beds mom! Bell at least was kind!  And Moccy is so spoiled he can talk to you any way he wants too!

Shell out get us some beds, and I might stop sleeping in the middle of the hall!

I like to piss on my dad's things. Everything. Today I pissed on his Radar Bros. poster. And then Freda pooped on a pair of boxers he left on the floor.

Today Dad thought Minny got out and ran away. I don't think I could run away, because there's a door I always run into.

I'm horny.

Well, I don't know what's going on. Minny is being all crazy, running around and playing with her pink mouse, but it's not even one with catnip in it. And then she gets all crazy on the newspaper.

Last night I ruined my favorite toy-this little mouse that hangs on an elastic cord from the door. I pulled right off. Sometimes I don't even know my own strength. But Dad said he'd replace it the next time he goes to Target.

Last night I decided I wasn't going to cuddle with Dad when he went to bed. He was gone for a long time yesterday, and I was a little pissed about that. So I didn't sleep with him AND I shredded a roll of toilet paper. Dad thought putting it on the back of the toilet would help, but it's pretty easy to knock it down and then have fun.

Well, I see more bugs outside the window. I'm gonna go stare for a bit.

Well, there were lots of bugs flying around outside the porch door, so I spent about a half hour staring at them and trying to get them, but there's glass in the damn way. So I guess I'll just stare at the grass. Minny beat me up a little while ago but I swear I didn't do nothin' to her, I just wanted to play. Sometimes I wish there was another boy cat for me to play with. I'm gonna have to talk to Dad about that.

Well, my dad said I could have a Livejournal since so many other kitties have one. And he made me promise that when I got on, I wouldn't look at any dirty websites.

So what to say in my first journal entry? A few days ago, Dad said he would trade me away for gummi bears, thumbtacks, or old grocery store receipts, but nobody was really interested. So I bit him and scratched up the chair some more.

Well, I need to go bother Freda some more. I'll write more tomorrow.