EXCUSE ME, do you know how long you have left me home alone with an empty plate?!
You know breakfast is especially good when half of it ends up on your head!
I made it to the top of Knee Mountain!
But how do I get down?
I can't see Monday, so Monday can't see me!
Weekends are for reconnaissance work for my plushie rescue mission: No one will suspect me under Mom's chair!
Mom, why is it still so cold in April?!? I demand towel snuggles until spring makes a proper appearance!
EXCUSE ME, you owe me second breakfast today for forgetting about National Pet Day yesterday! Yesterday's second breakfast doesn't count, that was an (excellent) accident!
Mom made me go on a bumpy ride after breakfast, so she apologized with lots of dandelion treats once I recovered. Then Mom forgot to tell Grandmom that I got my breakfast already, so Grandmom gave me a great big second breakfast—with even more bonus dandies! Best day ever!!
Peekaboo! I made myself a side door out of my hidey hut! Why aren't you more impressed?
EXCUSE ME, do you know how long I've been stuck here in between my hidey hut and my plastic plants since I shoved them both out of their corners?! FIX THIS, MOM!
Did you watch the moon's moment in the sun today like Mom or did you nap through the drama like me? ☀️🌑🕶👀🐢
Grandmom found delicious dandelions for me!! Dandie season is here! 🌼🌼😋🐢🥳
On weekends, I take the Mom-mobile everywhere!
How many things do I have to flip over before you bring me more noms?!
Semiannual weigh-in time! Mom thought I was pretty much done growing after my growth slowed the last couple years . . . but she was wrong!
Half a year ago (actually, seven months ago because Mom forgot to weigh me last month), I weighed 386 grams. Now, I weigh 432 grams!! A full 1.5 ounces (and almost 50 grams) more than my last weigh in!! I am now less than 1 ounce and less than 25 grams away from a full pound!!
Mom was so shocked she re-weighed me several times and on two scales to double and triple check. She says maybe this growth spurt explains why she caught me repeatedly CHOMPing my (10+ year-old) plastic plants over the weekend. I say this clearly means I need MOAR NOMS!
STOMPing over every square inch inside my hidey hut mansion to make sure it's up to snuff after Mom finally helped me clear out my smaller blue hidey hut from inside!