I know the bitch hardly goes anywhere without her purse. And now that I’ve successfully managed to knock it off the counter I can just slide right in here and wrap myself in it; she’ll be forced to either take me with her or PET ME to get me to move. I think this plan is ingenious.
Last time she managed to slip the purse out from under me but not this time. Oh, no. Not this time.
Love You More :: Racoon
