Life has changed around here in the last 3 months. I used to have my own song, Christmas stocking, chair at the dinner table, and all the attention of "mommy" and "daddy." The first night he came home he was allowed to sleep in the same room as us. I remember the first night I had with them, I was not allowed in the room. I was forced to sleep on the chair in the living room. Only after slamming myself into the door and sliding down did I convince them I needed in the room and I have been there ever since. "Cameron" gets the benefit of the doubt right from the start. He must have done something wrong because now he sleeps in a different room but somehow stays in contact through a radio device.
I had to sabotage the blog because I never get on here anymore. The only time I get any publicity is if I jump in the picture that he is in. I have tried to regain attention. My strategy is to wait until they are all asleep. Then, I meow quite loudly near my toy basket in hopes that they will wake up and play with me. But, I don't have a radio device so they don't hear me as clearly. So, plan B is to take the toys to them. I sit it in the hallway every morning but they just put it back in the toy basket and don't play with me. I can't even remember the last time they tried to make me do a summersault.
We used to enjoy meals together as a family at the table. They pulled up a chair and invited me to sit with them. Now, there is no room for my chair. In its place is a colorful, electronic, plush rocking chair for him, which I am not allowed to go near. I make my presence known by jumping in their chairs whenever they get up, but then I just get yelled at.
I am sure that this will be the only post I will get for the next several months as Cameron will be on here every day for the rest of my life.
I had to sabotage the blog because I never get on here anymore. The only time I get any publicity is if I jump in the picture that he is in. I have tried to regain attention. My strategy is to wait until they are all asleep. Then, I meow quite loudly near my toy basket in hopes that they will wake up and play with me. But, I don't have a radio device so they don't hear me as clearly. So, plan B is to take the toys to them. I sit it in the hallway every morning but they just put it back in the toy basket and don't play with me. I can't even remember the last time they tried to make me do a summersault.
We used to enjoy meals together as a family at the table. They pulled up a chair and invited me to sit with them. Now, there is no room for my chair. In its place is a colorful, electronic, plush rocking chair for him, which I am not allowed to go near. I make my presence known by jumping in their chairs whenever they get up, but then I just get yelled at.
I am sure that this will be the only post I will get for the next several months as Cameron will be on here every day for the rest of my life.
4 comments:
oh melissa you are hilarious. your blogs always make my day = ) can't wait to see you guys next weekend!
love ya!
jodi
Uh, yeah, our (old) dog, Patch could have written the same thing! Except I was so bad at trying to take care of him after we had Ellie that we eventually realized someone else could take better care of him and gave him away. I hear ya....life changes for the animals when the kids come! :-)
Is this what I have to look forward to?
Don't worry yet Lilly. Wait until another little human shows up. You'll be living in a box on the porch. Maybe you'll get to keep a pillow or some kind of rag to sleep with. WE KNOW!!
Toby and Peanut (the Basham dogs)
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