Now I have a new spot to hang out. Mommy found me sleeping on the dining room table and yelled at me again. Something about “cat stew” and me being a dead cat. What’s “dead?” Anyway, she cleared off a spot on the kitchen window bench and put my blue towels up there and now that is where I try to hang out. It’s hard because there are so many boxes and furniture and things I can climb and jump on. How am I supposed to know what I can sleep on and what I can’t?? Besides, as long as I look cute, what does it matter?