At least 5 days a week, my people wake up, go into the torture chamber (I think they call it "taking a shower") , take me for a quick walk and then give me a treat.

Every time, I take my treat over to my favorite stair and eat it. By the time I'm done eating it, they are gone! I don't know how they do that! They are very very sneaky!

So after getting bamboozled, I decide to set out in the house and look for something fun to do. I always ask the cat if she wants to join me, but that stupid cat just sits on her cat condo and stares annoyingly at me. Her loss.

Today, I plan to venture into the cat box and see what kind of treats are in there. My people don't understand why I am fascinated with cat poop, but I say "don't knock it until you try it!" :-)

After that, I think I'll take a nap. I'll start on top of my people's pillows and hope that the doorbell doesn't ring. Because if it does, my fun is over and I am forced to go under the bed until my people return. Don't judge me. I'm too young to die.