Territorial Pissings

Yeah, I know. I’ve haven’t added to my blog in quite some time. She has been home a lot and has put the computer off limits.

I’m sure you heard that I peed on her bed. Big whoop. She apparently lets her friends pee there because I clearly smelled traces of human urine. Plus I remember the event of the drunken passed-out guests and her trying to clean it all up after. So if she lets them pee in her bed; why shouldn’t I?

And this toilet-training thing…

How much longer do we expect her to continue with her belief that this is going to happen? Stupid, clueless, blonde human.

Oh yeah, before I forget, the slave showed me this story about a cat named Ugly. She said that I could take a few pointers on my attitude and should think a little less of myself.

She is such a bitch sometimes.
~Mashed Potato~