[as dictated to
dunkelpig]
I am feeling discontented.
It's bad enough that they don't feed me whenever I want to be fed.
I have managed some training. They do give me my meals on time.
And I have persuaded them to give me snacks. Sometimes.
And I get the water from the tuna can. Yesterday, I persuaded the Woman to share some of the actual tuna from her lunch with me.
Not all of it. Only little pieces. I need to work on this.
But the Olympics have made some things worse. They sit on the furniture in the living room and watch the television. I can't sleep on the couch or the easy chair because there are people in them.
I was forced to sleep on a hand crocheted afghan and a silk pillow they had moved onto the chest next to the couch. I am insulted. I think.
I am taking revenge by jumping into the Woman's arms and licking her face whenever she tries to write or sew. Drives her nuts.
However, I may yet have to take the strongest step for my fair share of attention: ultimate cuteness!