Dad made me a new toy this morning. It was pathetic. All he did was cut off some aluminium paper and scrunch it up. Oh sure, I chased it, and it does move fast on our big shiny tiles, but dad, come on! We all know mouses are much better toys. I gave up chasing after about two minutes. Then dad had to get the "toy" out from under the couch. Ha, that will teach him!
I'm so deprived. Can someone call the RSPCA?