Mama asked me if I wanted to blog today, so after an affirmative meow, I went off to ponder what I should meow about today. To gather my thoughts, I jumped onto the table and pushed off Mama’s sunglasses, then scampered past her while she was yelling at me, before jumping into the bathroom sink for a nap. This is how MaxE gets inspired.
Finally, I decided to meow about how my training was going with my pet. Mama is doing real good overall. She’s a good pet—most of the time. Occasionally, she thinks being bigger than me means that she rules over the apartment.
This is not true.
When this happens, it’s time to put Mama back in her place. MaxE doesn’t enjoy being naughty, no matter what Mama may have told you, but I have to put my big white paw down and tell her how MaxE rolls. The best way to do this is to bother her repeatedly throughout the night, so she cannot get a good night’s sleep.
I totally did this last night. HEHEHEHEHE.
Other times, I jump on the kitchen counters because that seems to be completely forbidden. Or I knock everything off the dining room table, the dresser, TV stand or her desk—basically anything that will make her mad.
Sometimes I need to do all of the above.
When Mama’s been really, really bad—like completely ignoring me while she plays with her laptop, I do the naughtiest thing possible to let her know my displeasure.
I knock over her picture of Emeril.
She gets so mad. Maybe because there is a crack in the frame. I swear it wasn’t my fault.
It’s totally my fault. 100%.
But our training seems to be getting results. I no longer get booted from the bedroom because I’m lounging on the tall dresser. She moved her alarm clock to the floor, so I can no longer nudge it off the dresser in the middle of the night. She pets me all the time and tells me I’m handsome, which is, of course, true.
She buys me plenty of toys, although I haven’t had a new toy in a long time, so I might need to point that out to her. She’s nice, but sometimes she’s forgetful. Like when she gets a snack and I don’t. That’s rude. I let her know that’s unacceptable by chewing on some cords.
So as you can see, Mama has some room from improvement. But still, she’s a real nice pet, and I’m glad I adopted her.