Last week I noticed the cabinet for the first time. It wasn’t such a big deal to me on the first pass. But, about the third time past it, I had this burning desire to get in there. There had to be something inside that thing that I could just not live without.
Standing on the glass with my front paws wasn’t getting me any where. I jumped at it to knock it over- this MO usually works. Once it’s on the ground, it’s mine.
Just as I was starting to smell sweet success, my mom notices my intense interest.
Can you say kill-joy??
She hops right up and put this velcro thing through the handles. Now how am I, a Griff with no opposible thumbs, going to get past that, I ask you? I gave it my best and wasn’t giving up.
Mom finally took aperverted sort of mercy on me and dragged my little body away from the cabinet and snuggled me on the couch, cooing what I guess were words of comfort.
We are not done with this chapter. I’m sure there are things in there that are much more fun than snuggles. I will prevail.