MEW...Hee hee hee.... Da Tigger gots in trubble...
Well, not zackly trubble, but he missed out on his Furriday treats. Mom wuz usin his perch for sum pickchurs she wuz takin', and Tigger went and told Dad it was Furrriday, and treat day. Dad tol him he had to wait til Mom wuz done.
So.. Mom got done, and Dad got out da treats. All us other kits came runnin, and gobbled up our treats like always. But Mom wuz making tuna for Dad's lunch, and Tigger smelled it, and wanted tuna instead. But his treats wuz already on his perch, and Dad tol him, 'here, Tigger--this is your treats.' Da Tigger just kept goin to da kitchen and beggin for tuna. Dad tol Mom not to give him any, so she didn't.
Tigger never went back for his treats, so Dad put dem back in da bag. Now Tigger iss givin Mom da evil eye. He got greedy, and got nuttin. Me an Munchie, we gots our treats. We don't tink it iss Mom's or Dad's fault... Tigger done it to hisself. He is a bad kitteh!