Scratch!

No, not my back or my belly, silly! I learned that if I scratch the walls and doors, my parents get so annoyed that they go feed me (this only works around meal times, though) or take me outside. My mom does not like it when I do it ( she calls out my name: Steeeella!) but I think my brother Alfred approves. Look at me ready to scratch & roll!

We are very tired

Choppy, Alfie and I are so tired that we all slept together throughout the morning while our Mom was at work. When our dad got up, he could not find us anywhere and we actually thought Mom had taken us to the vet. But here we were; instead of crashing on our usual beds, we were just in our crate.