My Mum went out today. I missed her. It is most inconsiderate of her to leave me alone, even if she did bring me back a present.
Well, she calls it a present.
It’s a new litter tray. What kind of present is that? I can’t eat it or play with it!
Apparently by using it I will eventually be using her toilet so she doesn’t have to change my litter tray any more.
Dad is not convinced.
Mum says I am certainly clever enough for it to work and am good at balancing. Of course I’m clever enough, but I might decide I don’t want to.
We shall see, watch this space!