I think the big, red, mean one is on to me. Whenever I am doing something fun, she says no. I have made several attempts to distract her by pointing in a different direction so that she might look away. This has not been as effective as I had hoped. …
A plan came to me in my sleep. The big, red, mean one allows my allies to go in and out as they desire. All that is required is for one of them to paw at the doorknob. I have removed my dirty diaper and hidden it behind my sleeping …
The big, red, mean one took me to a strange place today. I could hear the cries for help of others much like myself from the first room we were in. We went down a long hallway into an inner torture chamber. They did things to me. Bad things. I have …
My toys are everywhere. This is a strategic and executive decision. The toys are on display for everyone’s enjoyment, much as they would be in a museum. The big, red, mean one keeps moving them, much to my dismay. She obviously doesn’t understand. Most of the big ones don’t. …