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?

How not to get shut in the fridge

Adventure time yesterday.

I bounded downstairs, or rather I felt like I was bounding downstairs - I am not allowed on the stairs yet as they have holes in between them. 

Something about falling through.

The visit was to the kitchen. There was cooking going on. And stuff outside, and then there are cupboards but you can't open them unless you are really strong.

One day I am going to be extremely strong.

There is this large grey metal box that when the door gets opened, gives you a quick blast of cold. I tried climbing in to investigate, but then the door started to close. 

I think I shall give the fridge a pass for the moment. 

Maybe I'll save that for another day.

I found corn chips as well when she wasn't looking - they make a crunch noise when you eat them - like munchy cat food.

Cooking means meals, that means food, which in turn involves eating. 

Tomato sauce with lots of vegetables chopped into it is a little green for me. 

I wondered if it was for me or whether I would get some more of that Burp cat food - excellent stuff that!

I decided the only way was to make sure that my human knew that Burp was for me and tomatoes are a no-no.

I think she got the point.