Kitty

Kitty

Monday, July 12, 2010

Finally

My mom is home. I play and play all day long and wait for her. I have so much to do and so much to see and say and play but I wait for my mom and it seems like she just packs her bags and disappears for a while. I know it isn't because I'm naughty or that she doesn't like me. What is there not to like? She promises she is home to stay for a while. I like that.

My sister is home for a little while too. She isn't nearly as affectionate as my mommy. She looks at me and says "what?" I just want some rubbing and scratchin going on. She hardly ever sees me, the least she could do is rub my belly. I lay right over on my back for her.

Now that mom is home I'm hoping we can go on some more 4 wheeler rides. I get to lay on the seat behind Jerri but in front of my mom or I get to be King of the world and sit up on the front steering wheel which is awesome, the wind in my hair, my ears blowing back and the best part is I am the only one who gets a ride. I have to get down and play for a minute but that is ok.

It is so dang hot out you wouldn't even believe it. I don't stay out long because I have tender skin and can get a sunburn. I'm pretty smart about these things though. I hang out in the shade and usually wait at the door.

I was soooo naughty the other day. You won't even believe what I did. My sister doesn't know my living arrangements when mom isn't home. I have the window view from the shower you know. Well she locked me in the bathroom all alone and I was scared. I could hear and smell Bella, my darling Bella, outside the door and I scratched and clawed my way nearly through the door. Mom said it's about a 6" piece that I broke off of the door jamb. She isn't happy about it and has to replace that whole side piece. I told her it was Danielle's fault. She should know the rules! Then again it is kind of moms fault for not telling her the rules. I'm ok though. Whew. It was like a horrible anxiety attack!

So....I hear I'm going camping this weekend. :)

1 comment:

  1. Poor little Chelsea... you have to stay in the shower. Your Aunt Michele would never make you live in a shower...

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