On My Way Out of the Kitchen

What I want to do here is get the bird. Here birdy, birdy, birdy. Why is it so hard to get the bird. Glass ceilings, glass slippers, shattered glass. I stuck my paw in the glass that was half full of water. It was sitting on the counter and I was about to dump it onto the floor, when I heard her get out of bed. Her hearing is sensitive. She knows what I'm up to, but I'm faster. I'm gone in a flash.

Leaping

This is me leaping in the air. My master doesn't understand how much exercise I need and how limiting and 525 sq ft condo is to my health and vitality. She feeds me treats, but bought these greenies that where disgusting. I just refused. Sometimes I'll have a taste of her chicken. I like the houseplants and just the other day she gave me spinach--which wasn't too bad. When she gave me cat grass, I just made a miss of it so she took it away. So I knocked everything off the counter onto the floor. Power!

Out For A Stroll

This and house plants; that's as close as it gets to greenery. I've eaten most of the orchid leaves, and I have to admit I've munched on the daffodil greenery. What, do I look depressed? What would you do?

Bath Time