Well, Hai, furriends!
You mite think dat dis post wuz written by a woofie, by da title. MOL. Nope, just little ol' me...Munchkin!
Da orange boys, as mom calls Jigsaw and Tigger, haz been haffing a ruff week.
Furst, dey keeps getting into scraps wif each odder.. and 2 days ago, mom heard a commoshun, and den found a HUGE clump of Tigger furz all across da hallway between her office and bedroom..and Tigger wuz hiding, and Jigsaw ran down da hall to hide.
Then, yestidee, da beans were eating dinner, & mom furgot sumpin, and when she came back frum da kitchen, Jigsaw had moved and he wuz eatin--and she didn't see him, and stepped on his tail! Poor Jiggy went 'MROW!' and jumped outta day way in a hurry, but it wuz too late to move outta da way, since he already got stepped on. Silly boy!
It took him almost all da rest of da evening to furgive mom an go sit in her laps agin!
Den I dunno what got into him besides, but he started gettin' in Mai face, and battin' at me! WELL! I cannot allows dat, you know, so I hissed at him, den he growled at me. Mom and Dad hit us both wif da squirt bottle. I owe him a good bopping fur gettin' us in trubbles!