Since I'm totally deprived of play time and I've tried reporting my humans to the authorities but they just hang up on me...I have to use drastic measures and play with my brofur's tail. I just have lots of creative energy you know? I need to be active, playing with "trash", pulling myself across the floor by only my clawrs, and practicing my singing from on top of the kaze-proof-trash can.
If they'd just play with me more than 30 minutes a day then I wouldn't have to find so many ways to show my creativity! Really at this point I'm thinking of having a show at a gallery of my "trash" artwork. I'm currently working on a special interactive piece that involves a crumpled up receipt from American Eagle and the empty paper bag from American Eagle. Its really hard to understand the intricacies of what I'm trying to get across and I have to be careful my humans don't wreck my artwork.
The Woman is metal machine shopping via the Internet today because she's trying to own her "fast" or something. She's a lean, mean, negotiating machine!!
***Luckily the nice women at the VET's office know that we're full up on cats or else.....there might be tiny little calico or tuxie or black kitten in the Lap Lady's car. Luckily, they talked her out of it by saying, "Lauren, you are full up!!!!". But if you know of anyone in our area looking some dumb kids dropped the litter of 4 off at the VET's office with sunchips to eat. Brilliant."***