The Devil Wears Prada...
And makes me have a VERY strong need for treatsies. Grammie taughted me a neat trick last summer. I learned how to open the treatsie jar with my teeth while she holds it. Once it's open, I use my paw to take some out and eat them. I know. I'm very clever. You can say it.
When I woke up this morning (5:00 a.m. on the dot), my belly was rumbling and there was no stinky goodness out for me to enjoy yet because I don't typically bother Grammie until 6:00+ for that. So, I discovered a jar of treatsies that Momma forgotted to put away the night a'fore just sitting there on the table in the living room. I tipped it off the table and onto the floor (which apparently woke both of "them" up) and I put it a'tween my feet, popped the lid off and had a few. It's not my fault! Honest! The devil made me do it. By the time Grammie had gotten to me, I had a good portion of the can gone. Deeeeelish! Loud words were said, Momma grumbled something to me down the stairs from the bedroom, the can was whisked away, but I refused to listen...I just started to clean my paws.
My belly is hungry for more treatsies but Momma has told me I'm not allowed any today. I don't know why I'm being punished like this...I'm goin' to Grammie. She always gives me treatsies...that's what Grammies do.
I was not happy with you this morning. You ate a fourth of a can of cat treats. This is why you didn't get any treats today. It's the second time you've done this and now you really have to try to control yourself. You're a naughty boy but I love you to pieces. Now please stop begging me for a treat. You'll get a few tomorrow. And stop going to Grammie for them...you know she's a sucker for your big green eyes and soft paws so don't abuse that. I'm on to your tricks.