Am I a teenager yet?

OK, so I have not written anything for two weeks. Well I have been busy. Busy having fun and trying to grow up so that I don't fall through the stairs and still stay young and playful so I can race up behind Fluffy and leap on his tail.

That's his fault for waving it about like a semaphore flag.

What does he expect me to do? ignore it?

It's like waving a red rag in front of a bull, or dangling a carrot in front of a donkey or a mouse in front of me.

That reminds me.

Mum bought me a new rat the other day - it was brown and looked rather naughty to me, so I picked it up in my mouth and hid it under the bed.

I'll deal with it later.

Recently, I discovered a contraption that my humans call a television. There are things that move inside it. I have tried to see what is going on behind but all I can find are wires.

Sometimes there are humans or other animals stuck inside this giant box on the wall - I am not sure how they get out.

I wonder if I sit in front of it, whether the humans will sit and look at me instead?

The question at hand is whether I am turning into a teenager.

The other morning, the alarm went off, I heard it and I heard Mum get up. But I didn't, I stayed in bed. That's what teenagers do.

Mum took me down for breakfast, but I didn't like the smell of the cat food, I mean it stank. How can I eat something like that?

So I refused my food.

That got her worried.

She cooked me fresh chicken.

That can't be bad.

Maybe I should try being a teenager more often?