Foxy.. yes you are..

Mom said Foxy's duty is for me to chew on and to be fling around however I wish... 

But dad said it is meant to go under his smelly foot to make funny noises and at the same time to clean his foot.. 

Now I say, I am just confused and upset what I should do with Foxy... 

Frenchie in the making

Ingredients needed:
1) Ok! The bat ears are up...
2)Now i just have to wait for my body to shrink.
3) eerr.. What else do I need, Benny? Lily?

Food Stool..

Dad recently bought mom a foot stool for the obvious reason.. to rest her feet while is happily watches her "trash tv".. But I have a different idea on what the stool should be .. 

Something woke my eager senses ..I smell something coming my way..  

I was right.. Food ! Now I need to position myself correctly on the stool of honour..  

MOoooooM.. I've been good.. so reward me now.. 

When you are gone...

I lay in this soft and silky, 10000000000000 thread count cloth, and this bouncy memory foam mattress thinking of how I should spend the rest of my Friday with my injured, clumsy mother.

P.s: Yes dad!!!Your pillow and bed belongs to me now...

Happy Friday everyone! The weekend is just another day away!