I'm kind of in the shit house today. I'd say the dog house, but I'm not a slobbering mutt. I never sink that low.
It started this morning. I was feeling great. I ran downstairs and yelled until the Stooge fed me.
Then, the little non-stooges got up and one of the little ones played with me with my mousie. And I got excited and scratched her a little bit. Well, a little more than a little bit. It only bled a for awhile.
Of course, she had a fit and that made Stoogess unhappy with me.
So I played by myself for awhile. Which was fun because I discovered I can climb the drapes with my claws and get on the mantel. And there, there's this old ceramic horse. Like really old. A "piece of crap" old," you know? So I pushed it off and watched it crash to the ground. And there was Stoogess yelling, "no, no, you stupid damned cat!" and going on and on about how I chipped its ear off and blah blah blah blah. Geez. It's ceramic. It doesn't need an ear. I can understand if I had chipped off one of the little non-stooge's ears.
So yeah. Later, when I climbed up on Stoogess's neck while she was working and I slipped and scratched her on the neck, she didn't even pick me up and cuddle with me. She just put me on the floor.
So I guess I'm in the shit house. I'll be cute for the rest of the day and stay on the floor.
Hope they don't find out I used the good sofa for a scratching post.