I woke up today to find a brand new toy on the kitchen floor!

It was an opened box, sitting next to the loud thing that they put the plates and glasses in, laid out perfectly for me to sit on. I walked over, smelled it to make sure it was okay, then pleasantly took what I thought to by mt new throne.  Then he came in from outside, scared me, and I jumped off my new toy.  I was very afraid by the quickly opened door, you understand.

He then picked it up, and carried it away.  I tried to yell at him, to stop him, but it was to no avail.  He walked to the back of the house, right in front of the back door, and then foolishly dropped it to the floor.  Ha!  I’ve been sitting on the box all day.  Napping, yelling out the back window, playing with my feather.  It was fantastic.

No treats yet, but they’ll be home soon.