Mommie loves to go on trips. This time she took me. Ha ha Patches – you didn't get to stay in motel rooms and s-l-e-e-p on “interesting” smelling pillows.
This time Mommie asked for a pet room. I wish she would have asked for a cat room. She just shrugged her shoulders and indicated it didn't matter if it was a cat or dog room.
(Un)luckily we got a dog room. The cleaning crew
must have missed the previous occupant's dog's signature claim on the room. The pillow was labeled “pet pillow” and the dog didn't want any other dog (or cat) to mistake the pillow for anything but “HIS” pillow. If you get my drift
Mommie couldn't understand why I didn't want to lay on that thing. Apparently she understood that I was going to sleep with her anyway, so she made room – just like at home, but I didn't have to listen to Patches snore.
I'M TOO FAT
With Mommie's bad arm she can't pick me up. I have to wait until she is sitting or lying down.
Patches doesn't sit on MY Mommie's lap at any time, so he was gloating that Mommie
couldn't pick me up. He said (and I quote) “you're too fat, you're too fat – ha ha”. I guess I have been getting into the treat sack once too often.
Mommie has this sack of treats by her chair in the living room
from which she doles out treats once in a while. Every now and then she doesn't get the sack quite shut all the way. Since the sack is up off the floor, Patches can't get to it. Last week Mommie mentioned that the sack seemed to be getting lighter and she
looked right at me when she said it. I pulled in my tummy and tried to look innocent. Mommie thought she heard Patches snicker. (Tattle tale.)
I guess Mommie wasn't fooled by my innocent stance because she put the sack into a covered basket.
(Of course sometimes Mommie forgets things, so I am hoping she might let the basket lid slightly ajar once in a while.)