Tuxie Tuesday

Oh dear. Can you see what is so nasty about this photo?  Do you see my bowl of crunchies? Mom has placed them in the metal PTU. We ran out of crunchies last week and I went without. 

  I would like to tell you I was able to resist this bit of temptation, but I couldn't.  I only took a bite while Mom was watching, then I turned to my bowl of stinky goodness. I ate the rest of the crunchies only after Mom had left for day-hunting.

I may be a cat, but I'm not stupid.

Freaky Friday

Lookit what Mom brought home last night.

That's a crate for a WOOFIE!!!!

You can see right through it. It has TWO doors.

Mom must think she can trick me into getting into this thing to get the treats she put for me in the corners.

All I have to do is reach in there with my paw, grab the treat and pull it out.

Heh.

Freaky Friday

I've been getting my nightly treats in this box for several weeks now, but this is ominous.  There's no question about it.

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Oh oh.

Mom thinks I have to get friendly with the PTU, so she put it right next to my foods and she put one of my Gizzy quilts in it.  At treat time last night, instead of giving me my treats in the kitchen like usual, she put them in the PTU.

Actually, I don't have a problem with the PTU. I don't even have a problem with the V-e-t at the stabby place. Everybody there is nice to me. I have a problem getting grabbed by surprise, bundled up like a burrito and jammed into a box.

We'll see how this goes.

The score is still

Millie: 3
Mom: 0

Tuxie Tuesday

I am under the bed, and I'm not coming out. Mom and I had a little tussle earlier today. She actually grabbed me and got me within inches of the PTU (Prisoner Transport Unit) before I was able to scramble away.

Heh.

Prancer Pie has reminded me that I need to update the "score," so here it is:

Millie: 3
Mom: 0

Thursday Truth

I am NOT getting in that box.

You can't make me.

No how, no way.

Millie, this is the second day in a row you won't get in the box.  You HAVE to get in the box sooner or later.

I do not care. I am NOT getting in that box. No, no, no.

Sneaky

This is not good.
And I'm not stupid enough to fall for this.Nope. Ain't gonna happen.

Surprising Saturday

Three years ago, Mom made me this tent. Three years ago I wouldn't get in it, so Mom stuck it away in the closet.

Mom noticed me hiding under the bed, and thought "Hmm... I wonder if Millie would like the tent? So she dragged it out and set it up.What can I say? It's a cat's prerogative to change her mind.



*Oh, and you know that PTU Mom brought home the other day? She took it back!

Heh!