Not My Caturday

Yesterday, after sleeping late, I pondered 

going outside for a bit.

I pondered it for quite some time...

...until I finally made the commitment.

After a quick sniff around I

looked up for signs of Angel.

I haven't seen much of her lately.

Disappointing.

After Mom put my collar on and walked 

out with me, I went to the sidewalk.

Where I continually turned my face 

away from the camera.

Nice Boy came over and we all 

watched Doctor Who together.

That was 'lap time' well spent.

After he went home I became annoyed 

at the fact that I wasn't getting a nighttime recon.

I didn't care if the sky was still a bit light.

I wanted to go.

Finally Mom gave in.

My recon, however, was highly lacking.

It was barely half a lap around the building 

before Mom made me go inside.

Then she and Daddy walked to the store; leaving me home alone.

While they were gone, I saw Uncle outside briefly.

Then he went away too.

When Mom and Daddy came home Uncle was with them.

I guess he tracked their scent to the store.

Well, having more company over meant that 

I would continue to NOT get what I wanted.

At some point during the day

Mom and Daddy had put what appeared to be the makings 

of a brand new Box of Rebellion on the dining room floor.

I had investigated it earlier and found it acceptable.

At this time, however, things would not look so promising.

Uncle had gone home and I had Mom's attention.

So I stepped confidently into the box and proceeded 

to roll over into 'cute mode' to get what I wanted.

That's when the offending box failed me.

I rolled right over the edge as it slid out from under me

making a loud hissing noise.

Well!

I had only one response to that sort of behavior!

I quickly retreated to my ACTUAL Box of Rebellion.

At least I knew IT could be trusted!

To my disappointment, however, Mom 

did not take me for a nighttime recon.

She instead went into the living room with Daddy,

once again ignoring my needs.

Thinking to try a different box,

I remembered the one in the living room had

my fish toy in it.

I thought, 'surely if I play in that box Mom and 

Daddy would be so impressed with my cuteness 

that they would finally give me what I wanted'.

Well, I WAS cute.

They DID notice.

But all I got was this lousy photo:

I really need to learn how to read.