Ever since Gizmo found out he’s staying here for good he’s been trying to take over the place.
He even thinks he owns stuff that’s mine.
Like my dog jail kennel.
So I decided I’d better do something about it.
Gizmo, you’d better get out of there.
That’s mine, I tell you. Mine!
You’re allowed all kinds of places that I can’t go – like the couch and my person’s bed.
And you want those places and my spot too.
Why don’t you go find a place to hide like good cats do?
Whatever you do – get out of my kennel!
Gizmo wasn’t about to leave so I decided I had to do something about it.
He got so mad at me that his eyes turned bright blue.
And nothing I did was going to get him out of my kennel.
So I locked him in.