You know that dog jail thing my person got me.
I was kind of getting used to it – sort of.
But one thing I missed was being able to steal eat all the leftover cat food that Scratchy didn’t want.
And to go counter surfing when something smelled good up there.
And to mess up my person’s bed.
Nothing major. I just like to have a little fun.
So I had to start doing it when my person was still home.
I’d wait until she went into another room – and then I’d be on it.
The only problem is that sometimes she could hear me and I’d get caught.
So I waited until she went into the bathroom and turned the water on.
No way is she going to hear me over that.
And I had it pretty good for a couple days.
But then – my person did something she’d never done before.
She locked me in my dog jail when she wasn’t even leaving the house.
How could she?
This is terrible!
Scratchy’s food dish is going to get so full he won’t know what to do with all that food.
I’ve got to clean his dish out so there’s room for more food.
What am I going to do?
Scratchy, don’t eat everything!
I’ll be out to clean up your dish as soon as I figure out this latch.