This is not good. I’d better not drink my water or I’ll be squeezing my legs together before they get home.
At least I can get Scratchy’s food off the counter. Oh, no! They remembered to put it on top of the fridge where I can’t reach it.
Hey Scratchy, can you jump up on top of the fridge and knock your food down?
What? I ate it the last time you did that? I won’t eat it. I promise.
Well, I’ll leave a little bit for you.
Are you done in the litter box Scratchy?
My turn to check it out now.
Now I’m really thirsty. Just a little bit of water. Nope, I’d better not. I’m squeezing my legs together already. I hope my people come home soon.
Oh, thank goodness. Here comes my friend to let me out. I can’t figure how she knows just the right time to come over. She must be psychic or something. She picks up my thoughts that I really need to go out and comes over when I need it the most. I bet she could make a fortune telling dog’s fortunes, the way she reads my mind like that.
What, you’re leaving already!?
I take that back about my friend. If she was so good at reading my mind she would have fed me too – and put Scratchy’s food back on the counter where I can reach it.
Come on back friend. I’ve got to give you some more lessons in reading my mind.