Mama is something she calls a “tee-cher”. I don’t know what that means, but I do know it means she comes home with big rolls of colored paper to do her ‘bullet in bords’. She unrolls one big long bit of it, and it’s so irresistible. I have to put the claws in it. I have to put the belly on it. I have to put the bite on it. I have to smack the mousie around on it. I love The Paper.
Mama and The Other let me stay in a few nights ago. I was being pretty good, sleeping on mama’s belly. I got thirsty, so I got up, fully intending to come right back and keep mama’s belly warm. But then, I passed The Paper. I mean, it was right there, begging to be clawed or something. The mousie was looking at me. I pounced on him and clawed up The Paper good.
I heard Mama squeak out of the bed and stomp in to see me. I had my feets burried in The Paper. She grunted at me and muttered somehting about ’sounded like an explo-shun’, then threw me out! Just for putting the claws in The Paper.
So I decided to see what all the hype was about the big white place. It was fun until there was water coming out of an arm in the wall. That was scary. I ran.