Stuffed animals

Unexpectely Daddy stayed home today. But even he played more with the little crying thing that me. All that was left for me to do was sleep.

But I'm warming up to the LCT -- he' s started to swiffer all across the floor as of late. And Mommy has been scolding me for shedding so much, as if there were something I could do about that. So she needs to clean more. Well LCT is already sweeping and cleaning the floor, isn't that enough? But no, something about the floor needing to be clean for him to crawl on.

Since LCT is so important to Mommy and Daddy, I go up to him and give him lots of licks. And he tries to touch me. I let him if Mommy is holding his hand, otherwise no, because he squeezes my fur too hard. It's not pleasant.

And he has toys. All sorts of stuffed animals that I'd like to have too. But Mommy and Daddy say they are his. That I can't have mine because I tear mine up. But that was then. I wouldn't do that anymore. But they don't know that.

Tonight Daddy let me play with my rubber chicken, which is missing a leg because I chewed it off last year. So now, I played with it nicely. Didn't try to chew off its other leg. I tried to get Daddy to play. But he was too busy playing with the computer.

LCT has a purple fuzzy gorilla, which I like a lot and want to play with too. But Mommy doesn't let me.

Poor poor Posa :-(