This is just a taste of what we did over the weekend (no pun intended - heh heh). For some reason, I felt the need to check out the pocket of Mom's jammy bottoms. She wasn't pleased. She was also not pleased when we discovered a brand new cabinet to hide in. She was really not pleased because it's full of food. Heh heh. Oh, and the cabinet doors make a really loud and really cool noise when we play with them at 2 am. We also managed to open the freezer door and yank out some stuff (cracking one of the tiles on the kitchen floor - again, not real pleased). Unfortunately, we forgot to close the freezer door, so most of the stuff in the freezer melted. She was really not pleased. So now our kitchen is locked up like Fort Knox. Stupid baby locks. We're not babies. We're almost two. It sucks.
Titus' 'tocks test (heh heh) came out negative, though Mom and the V-E-T have no idea how that could be since they're so stinky. Heh heh. He still has to take his medicine for a few more days and see if things get better. We're crossing our paws that it works because his 'tocks reek and I'm not sure how much longer we can stand the stank.
Tazo here: Um, Earl Grey? You've been making fun of T's 'tocks for the last few days and writing about it on the internet, but you've neglected one 'tocks story. Namely, how you were fritzing around the house on Saturday night like you were on fire and as you zipped past Momma she noticed that you had, um, something hanging from YOUR 'tocks. And how her and Daddy had to corner you so he could hold you while she pulled the well, you know, from your 'tock fur. Um, yeah. I think you should quit picking on T.
PS - Mom's got a Tell Momma Monday question, too. For those of you who eat stinky goodness, how much do you get at one time? A little can? A big can?
EG and I split a 3 oz can every day for our afternoon snack(we get kibble for breakfast and then again for a bednight snack). Momma was going to feed us a whole 3 oz can EACH (and reduce the amount of kibble we get), but it looked like a lot of food and she didn't want us to yak from eating too much. So, what happens at your house?