I don't understand what makes her so special, but I'm about sick and LE TIRED of this little brat getting all the attention. Every night, Mommy picks her up and puts her on the bed. Last night was something Mommy and Daddy call clean sheet day. It's when Mommy and Daddy put fresh clean sheets on the bed and then let us waller all in them... Well, Pene - little bright eye that she is, crawled right up next to Daddy and laid down on the pillow. I on the other hand, followed the rules of the house and stayed on the white blanket, like I'm toooooooooooooold to do. Pene just doesn't get it though. I think something is loose in her head since she lost her eye.
She seems to think she's human and Mommy and Daddy just won't put her in her place. I've tried several times to correct her, but Mommy sees it as bullying and I get in trouble. Mommy is real mean lately too. She's losing her patience a lot. There's all these square brown things all over the house and everything is going in them. Pene is walking around all sad looking and I'm just confused why these things are holding all of our belongings. I've seen these things before, but normally, they are much smaller and hold things like shoes and stuff. These are much bigger and Mommy and Daddy are packing dishes and - gasp- my TOYS in them! What's going on??
I'm slowly but surely claiming my side of the house again too. Mommy and Daddy cleaned all my smell out the carpet with this Rug Doctor thing and now I've got to go back and find all my spots and claim them again. Stupid Saydie and Pene and Winnie think they can pee there if I don't claim it first. So, I'm trying to go back and do it again. Mommy is not pleased with this because her and Daddy are threatening to lock me in the bathroom. I've got a plan though if I get locked up. I'm gonna whine like I did when I was a puppy dog and try that stupid puppy dog look thing that works so well for Penelope.
My birthday was Saturday and I'm very upset that Mommy and Daddy did not so much as say Happy Birthday to me or give me cake. I expect to get it this weekend. I'm sure they will pull through for me. After all, I'm Abigail.
Well, I've got to go search for my bones. Mommy picked them up off the floor yesterday and I've not been able to find them since. If she threw them away, I think her and I will have to have a little come to Jesus meeting.
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