The table

So many good things seem to live on the table. I can't help myself. I just need to get a peak. Ever since last week's banana discovery, I've been trying get more goodies off the table. I try to snoop around when Mommy and Daddy aren't looking. But somehow they alwyas find me out.

Today, they left me sequestered in the kitchen so I couldn't get to the table. They usually let me roam throughout the entire floor, but now they wopn't let me -- because they are afraid I'll eat chew the coffee table or snatch things of the table.

I don't understand why I just can't chew things they leave there. It's not fair.