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I’ve been a bad, bad boy.  In self-punishment, I’ve relegated myself to the deepest, darkest corner of Marmie’s apartment.

I needed to put myself in time out.

Marmie and Diddy—especially Diddy—are very upset with me.

I may or may not have …accidentally… scratched Diddy in the face.

To the corner I go.

Last week, Marmie and Diddy pulled a sneak attack, dumping me at the dreaded kitty condo.

It was a very stressful visit, and although happy to have returned to my domain of residence, I’m still feeling a bit ruffled.

Grammie says I’m her favorite model.

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Why does Diddy keep a boot on the toilet lid?

I’m sure it comes as no surprise this strange practice has everything to do with me.

You see, from the moment Marmie introduced me to the inside world, I’ve had a distinct fascination with the human toilet.

Maybe I’m intrigued by the running water, or maybe I’m just naughty.

Whatever the reason, Diddy’s boot serves an important purpose in his mind.

It keeps me from sticking my nose under the lid and drinking the delicious water only to be found in the deep dark depths of the human toilet.

I love you.

The test of a true yogi?  He does yoga postures in his sleep.

Shhh…I must be quiet.  I’m on watch duty.

This Trader Joe’s bag makes the perfect hideout, so I can survey the scene.

I’m protecting something very important underneath my chest.

Hark!

Who goes there?

I don’t know who you are, intruder, but you’d better not come anywhere near me OR my pink mouse!      

Happy Halloween!!!

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Ohhhhhh….so you wanted to dry your dishes with this towel?

Oops.