My human put me through a rough week. First, I had to go to the clinic, and have things poked into me, and have things squeezed, and have blood drawn, and generally be put through misery. Then, he continues to force-feed me an awful-tasting pill. So, I have been demanding more of his attention to compensate.
My human spends much time reading his portable RSS aggregator, but I question his priorities:
My human so loves to take my picture, but my patience only lasts so long.
My human, forgetting his priorities again:
Though, sometimes he gets it right:
Though I am ruler of all of my domain, I claim certain places for myself.
It can be such hard work being me: