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I'm in the World's Coolest Cat and Dog show in several areas, and was wondering if you could maybe spare me a vote please? Pretty please? Fluttering eyelashes cutely in all directions, bol! My doggie number is 572515!
These past two weeks I haven't been zooming to my dinner bowl as fast as possible, and haven't been eating all (if any!) of my dinner every night. Most nights I'll go back to my bowl in the middle of the night when we get up to go wee-wees, or I'll eat some of it next morning for breakfast, but overall my appetite hasn't seemed all that great. Last night Mummy cooked me a hamburger pattie, and I didn't want that either, although I ate a little bit of it.
Mind you, I always want whatever Mummy is eating, and she's tried me out with some of my treats, and oh yeah, I want those all right. Mummy is hoping it's just a stage or that I'm on strike at the moment in the hope of getting better (although she keeps telling me I'm eating better than her, let alone most dogs!) I'm still playful and seem happy, so maybe I am just going through a stage.
For the last four or so nights I have been OBSESSED with the air vent in our living room. THERE'S SOMETHING BEHIND IT, I TELL YOU! THERE IS! Early Sunday morning we were woken up by what sounded like rats in hobnail boots tramping across our bedroom ceiling. Mummy thinks there are rats down that end of the house, so mebbe they've had babies near the vent.
ANYway, I stand or sit in front of that vent for HOURS listening and staring and sniffing my little head off. NOTHING will get me to move, not the promise of chicken necks, not peanut butter, not dinner, NOTHING!
In the middle of the night I've been waking Mummy up - not to go wee wees, as you might think, but to go have another session of smellovision in the pitch dark living room. Mummy was so tired yesterday from my antics she left the bedroom door open when we went to bed, and sometime in the night I got off and off I went, back to SMELLOVISION! Mummy couldn't go to sleep properly, so she was in this funny half asleep/half awake mode because I wasn't beside her in the bed. When she got up early in the mornng to go to the bathroom, I came out of the laundry. So I must have been having a nap in my daytime bed rather than walking all the rest of the way down to the living room. Ya see, I'm so tired today I'm doing a VERY good impression of someone the morning after the night before, bol! I'm yawning like crazy (but then, so is Mummy). So come what may, tonight Mummy isn't going to let me out of the bedroom unless it's really for a wee wee.
I'm DYING to know what's behind that vent!!!! SNIFF, SNIFF, SNIFF!!!
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