Siamese Sammy Sunday

SAMMY

So, thanks to mine wonderful AUNTIE BEE I now has MINE OWN DAY to report things that I wants to report. 

So here we go:

Ferst, I am banished from the dungeon.  I does not like this.  There are THINGS in the dungeon that I HAS TO SEE.  Like the chrissymouse wreath with the fake snow that I like to chew on.  I find it no matter where the mom puts it. And then there's the cowch that Grampa Norton and Gramma Trixie and The One Who Came Before all sleeped on.  It still has faint smells of them.  And lastly there's GHOSTS.  I talks to them  This freaks the mom out. 

Second, I do not get nearly enough brushies.  This is bad.  I need brushies.  ALL THE TIME.  I has to have them.  The mom hides mine brush from me 'acause when she goes into the human litterbox room, I whap it off the big windowsill at her  So she hides it thinking that I will forget about brushies.  But I don't.  I lay on the big windowsill and roll around and she just says I'm cute.  This INFURIATES me.  Then I nip her fingers. 

Therd, I need more corn.  Auntie Bee says that if I eat it then it I can see it in mine poop.  I has to try that. 

I hope you haf enjoyed the Siamese Sammy Sunday report