It's a cat's world

They caught me. Now my outdoor litter box has been ruined! I am no longer allowed to poo on the roof.

I meowed several times. Still no fancy feast.

The soft leather of the couch has been calling to me for weeks. My claws yearn to dig deep into that white fabric and pull. I pass it everyday on the way to my foodbowl and then to the room the humans love. One night I couldn't resist myself. The loud hum of the airconditioner disguised my steps as I creeped to this object of my desire. The house was dark, and the humans were distracted or sleeping. I swiftly jumped to the back of the couch and briefly dug my claws in just enough to feed the temptation. My plan was perfect .. targeting the back of the couch where no one was sure to see my feat ... and not tearing the leather to shreds. All that existed were about eight little punctures in that white leather.

My plan was not flawless. The human called JoEllen discovered my deed. Instead of blaming her children she somehow instantly knew it was my work. I was beaten.

I still jump on the couch.

Yesterday I was overjoyed when Teresa came home. I attempted to sleep on top of her, but she kept rolling over and knocking me off. I had to settle for a towel on her bottom bookshelf.