Inside

So. Thanks for nothing, tin-opener. You stepped on my paw this morning. Do you not know that me keeping close to your feet when I am hungry is... meant to entertain you so I get more food? Dumb human.


Why then am I inside your place? Rubbing against your knee?


Food. Can you spell that? Better yet, can you get out of this confined space and


serve it to me now? Please make sure you add those vitamin flakes and give me my treats.


Copy? Or do I need to 'wash my paws' on your white carpet? Huh?