He truly truly believes no one can see him. I don’t have the heart to break it to him so I always pretend I don’t see him. Even though I do. Thought I’d make that clear. I’m just saying.
Mr Smarty Pants is having BM trouble. More specifically, the litter box is possessed. At least he thinks so. Some days it simply freaks him out and he’ll have no part of it. One expensive x-ray later revealed he has an arthritic back so any bowel trouble
Finally cleaned underneath the stove. And found all his toys.
A small sampling of the HUNDREDS of toys that Maus has submerged in his water bowls. So freaking annoying. (And that’s why he does it.)
I believe in Santa Claus. All the same, I think I’ll sleep with the lights on tonight.
One of his favorite pasttimes is squatting in a box.
I bought one of those $99 Staples office chairs awhile back. It’s your basic black fabric high back chair that swivels. Pretty comfortable and there’s a wide berth at the top for sleepless mice. The first time Maus fell asleep on my lap was when I was