Why am I always made out to be the villain? Okay, so maybe I can be a bit more enthusiastic about life. I'm now five, and every day is a new oppurrrtoonity for a great adventure.
Like today. Mom bought some cool triangle boxes. What a great idea! They felt amazing under my paws. Fresh and unique. Cool and comfortapurr. All I wanted was to enjoy these new boxes, but then along comes Miss Bweaking Nooz repurrtor Dori, and next thing I know, my plans to enjoy these boxes turns into a big deal.
I'm thinking Dori and the Gang make stuff a Big Deal just because I saw it first. Pffft!