Back from my Wilderness Adventure

Dad hasn't been feeling too well. Poot says that it's the flu. But, I don't believe her, all he does is lie on the bed making funny sounds, I haven't seen him fly anywhere. The whole point, however, is that he hasn't been paying enough attention to me.

So I decided to get his attention today by doing those thing that always seems to work... like clawing the curtains, climbing the doorframes, and smacking Stinky around. (OK... I did the last one just for fun!).

Well, when Dad opened up the door to shake out the bath mat that I had made a huge mess on, I rushed outside.

Imagine my shock and amazement when he didn't immediately sprint outside to retrieve me. He later claimed some incomprehensible nonsense about wanting to put on shoes and more than pajamas. Ridiculous.

So I decided that I would teach him a lesson, I would wander far away, exploring. He would miss me in the weeks and months that I would be gone and would rejoice at my return.

After many weeks of travel, and far too many adventures to mention here, I started to miss my food bowl. So I started the arduous journey back to the house, stopping only once to roll in mud along the way, just so I'd look more pitiful upon my return. Upon arrival, Dad was waiting outside for me. He scooped me up, brought me in, and started to wash the mud from me. I complained bitterly. "Can't that wait till after I eat? It's been days!" He ignored my demands and cleaned off most of the mud. I started to regret that decision.

Finally he relented and I shot straight for the food bowl. I had to made three trips before I was satiated. Stinky and Bobo kept coming over to check on me, saying I was eating too much. I swatted them away, they didn't know the ordeal I endured.

Dad says I was only gone for an hour and half, but I don't believe him.