I heard Mom get up super early (even before my light turned on!). I thought Mom was preparing me an extra special feast, but Mom didn’t even give me my usual morning head rubs before she ran out the door!? (She says this is my own fault for GRUMPing back into my hidey hut. Excuses!)
Every night, before or right after my light shuts off, I trundle off to bed in my hidey hut. This time, I was so sleepy, I completely missed the door!
Grey rainy Saturdays are for stretching out in bed and looking cute until Mom brings noms over to me!
Good morn–AUGH, I’m stuck! Mom, help!
Is today the day I get radicchio for breakfast?
(Spoiler alert: Nope.)
If you’re not going to bring me breakfast in bed on a Monday, I am taking the shortest path to my plate! I want my breakfast NOW, no time to waste on doors!