Normally a cute picture of yours truly would be inserted here, but instead I thought I would tell you a little story about how burdensome it can sometimes be to be without human words.
That's right friends, as well as I'm able to communicate with Mom for the purposes of this blog, she is sometimes completely useless. Well, she almost always is good for a petting/can opening situation, but I digress.
You see the other morning I had just moved my beloved Mousey to the mouth of the bedroom when Daddy lumbered through the door and sent Mousey flying to the other side of the room. To my horror, before I was able to safely and discreetly move him to another location, Mom dropped a pile of laundry on him.
As soon as I was able to assess the situation, I realized I was unable to root him out from under the pile. I did the only thing I could think of, I sat on the pile and proceeded to Meow at full tilt. Nothing.
At some point I laid down in a cat loaf position and meowed whenever one of my parents cruised by. Mom finally realized something had my attention, but she thought it was my swing toy and liberated it for play time. Okay I did get distracted for a bit while I played with the toy, but then right back to position. Okay, maybe a couple of naps too...
Eventually Mom searched through the laundry pile and saw the issue. It would be so much easier if I just could have a Mom who got "Mousey" out of "Meow" on the first try.