Every once in a while, if the puppy is sleeping somewhere and I hear the humans coming in the door, I'll scamper into the kitchen and pee on the floor myself. Guess who gets blamed? Not me! I'm sitting in the litter box by that time.

I'm sure it's humiliating enough to have your nose rubbed in your own urine, but I can't imagine what's going through the puppy's head when they rub his nose in the puddle I just made.

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For a while there, it was like I was out on control. All I could think about was the female Siamese I'd sometimes see through the kitchen window as she walked by outside. Then I started spraying uncontrollably. I was so embarrassed and yet I couldn't help myself.

The humans put me in a box, took me for a ride, then this other human in a white coat forced me to breath this funny smelling gas through a mask.

When I woke up I was at home again, feeling groggy, and damn if my balls didn't itch. I went to lick them and was horrified to discover...

...I'm sorry. It's just too painful to finish the story. Maybe later.

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I don't do tricks. It's not that I can't be taught - because I can be. It's just that I don't give a shit and have better things to do with my time.

Teach the dog - he's one of those people pleaser-types and will do most anything for a milk bone. What a whore!

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I have claws and, quite honestly, I always did think that overstuffed chair was ugly. You figure it out.

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I don't know what those humans were doing in that room last night, because I couldn't jiggle the door open, but they sounded like two cats in heat. Things are back to normal this morning so, whatever it was, I guess they fixed the problem.

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That puppy is yap-yap-yapping again. Nobody knows what the hell he wants. Not the humans and certainly not me.

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Goldfish are quite tasty. That's all I'll say about that. The humans looked so confused when they noticed the empty fishbowl. I think they suspect me but haven't said anything yet. Maybe I'm just being paranoid?

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Early in the morning when the sunlight is streaming through the living room window, I'll lay in the bright patch. I'll lay on my back, legs outstretched, leaving my belly exposed.