Oh my. Mom says I am a bit naughty. I'll leave it to you.
I am scratching the carpet in places despite having ample scratching posts of both varieties, carpet and sisal rope. I have cardboard scratch pads and a scratching MAT. Mom said that she worked hard for that carpet money and I am ruining it. Now she has a water bottle sprayer but she hasn't caught me at it again (yet).
I think I may have a tummy problem for real because even though mom feeds me in shifts each meal, sometimes as many as three servings from that little can during an hour..last night at 9:30 I threw up only kibble. The wet food must have had sufficient time to make its way through my pipes. I guess mom will have to make an appointment for you-know-where. I need my nails cut anyway.
Mom didn't know we had another mouse come into the house but she knows now because I really DID bring it to the bed. Mom had to take the sheets off because of spots of blood. I was scrambling around in the dark on the bed..mom tried to get me to stop, all unknowing and then when I did leave, she gave up and turned on the light and say the evidence that I had my little quarry in there. Mom stripped off the sheets and she's setting the trap. She saw the mouse in the living room so there is no doubt. We both wish we knew how they are getting in! It's a field mouse. The buff and brown colored ones. Still a mouse, regardless. Ugh. Nasty.
So I will be on patrol till I or Mom catches it. Mom will get the trap ready shortly.