I don't do "neat"
Stop it! Aaarrrgh - stop it, Mama. I had my cage the way I wanted it. No, no don't do that, I put that there on purpose. I kicked that OUT of my litter box for a reason. Hellooooo. Get your hands out of there. Wait - what the??!! Stop it!
My cage. My castle. Get your own.
*THUMP*
Hrmph. Meanie.
posted by Simone @ 10:02 AM
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That's not cool, Fiona. You ought to be able to eat your hay however you want to! Hrmph.
It's not really my hay that's the issue here. I'll explain more in a minute.
Hrrrmph!
*THUMP*
Sorry about that, Fiona. I thought I would have access to the computer sooner than this but Mama is such a hog sometimes. And ... well anyway, she is just on my last bun nerve!
She doesn't mess with my hay much cause she puts it in a Rollin' The Hay ball from Petsmart. But she's always putting my aspen chips back in the litter box after I kick 'em out. As if I'm just kickin' 'em out for my health.
*frustrated tail flick*
You're so right, Bastya. They just don't understand.
That was smart of you, JueDee. What do they do to create messes now?
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