The humans in this house are driving me crazy!  Mom yells at me for scratching her new couch.  It’s not new!  It’s old and used, but it’s soft, and I loooove how it feels under my claws.  Fine, she doesn’t like it, so I retreat to the TV.

Dad comes home from work.  He sits on the couch and yells at me because he can’t see the TV.  I can’t help it if my tail dangles.  It’s warm up there, and I can see out the window.  We wouldn’t have this problem if Dad hadn’t moved MY couch away from the window in the first place!