Thursday Torture

Got a box in the mail today...but there was a problem. Look what was in it!

No toys. No cookies. Just keep-fleas-away stuff! Isn't that terrible?! Mom says that I'll be happy to have that stuff when the weather gets warmer. I say BOO. If there's a box, it should have fun stuff in it! Not stupid flea medicines!

But the torture tonight didn't stop with the box of flea stuff...

Tomorrow is my 4-month Gotcha Day anniversary. Shouldn't that mean toys for me? Not according to Mom. She says that tomorrow is her birthday, so we are celebrating that instead. Then, she did THIS to ME:

How RUDE! I don't want to wear a stupid birthday party hat! I put up with it for a little while, but only because Mom distracted me with toys.

More toy distractions...

But it didn't take too long before I had enough of that stupid hat. So, I flung my head around.

At least the hat wasn't on top of my head anymore...

Stupid flea stuff and stupid party hat. Way to torture me, Mom. Totally ruined my Thursday!

Oh -- Mom learned a valuable lesson tonight. If she squeaks a toy over the camera to try to get me to look at the camera, then something like this can happen:

Nice action shot, huh? I just really wanted that toy!