Sometimes I have to get Scratchy to growl – you know that low quiet kind of growl that cats do. And my person will think she’s heard thunder.
Then I get to go.
As soon as I hear the word car I’m out of here and headed for the car door.
I don’t care where we’re going as long as I get to go in the car – well, as long as it doesn’t end up at the dog hotel.
Today I really lucked out. I got to go to lunch.
I really got excited when they brought the food to the table.
I couldn’t wait to see which plate was mine.
I waited patiently. It seemed like it was taking a long time for someone to hand me my plate.
My person got busy talking to our friends who were at the table with us.
I think she forgot all about me. They all started eating and talking.
Hey! Where’s mine?
I finally had to take things into my own hands paws.
This one smells the best. It must be mine.
Do you believe it? They pushed me away and nobody shared even one little bite with me.
They ate all their food, and mine too.
Next time I come here, I’m having my plate served on the ground.