The Adventures Of Buddah Pest

=sigh=

I'm not talking to the wall. I'm talking to the front door, saying open, open, open because I want to go outside, only no one ever takes me outside, they just sit there and say "No, Buddah" or "Stop talking to the wall, Buddah" or "Is there a buggy there?" I never get to go outside and I want to because I can see it from the window and it looks like a lot of fun and I think I would have a goos time, but all I ever hear is NO.

I think I learned this before but I learned it again tonight. If you go into the giant litterbox room with the Mom, and she leans over to pick something up off the floor, it's not a good time to jump on her back and chew on her hair. Just so you know.

I'm a bad blogger, I know.

But I got a job!

I'm a Paper Holder Downer!

It doesn't pay anything but I get crunchy treats and I get to sit on the desk by the Mom.

It keeps me busy...but I'll try to be a better blogger, I promise!