WHOMPIN' WEDNESDAY!
Y'know guys, I'm a patient kitty. (OK, I'm NOT but ... be that as it may ...) My pink bed, which resides on the hoomans' kitchen counter (and which I've named "Pink Bed" - catchy, huh?), is, let me say, PAWSOME. He's pink, for a start (and I look pawsome in/next to pink). Next, he's soft. And third, he often serves as a great toy because the bottom of him is made out of some material that makes him S-L-I-D-E! So I go for rides across the counter a lot - sometimes, I can even slide him so that he falls over (upside down of course) onto the floor, on top of the food bowl! MOL! MOL! (Boy, does that frustrate Peppers when he wants to go stuff his face! I told him I was trying to help him trim that tummy down - but no good deed goes unpunished. We then have to wait 'til a hooman gets home or comes into the room and puts Pink Bed back up on the counter.) But this morning, Pink Bed wasn't behaving like I wanted him to....