I finally let Mom get the tummy shot she wanted. How's that for floof? You can see my PTU in the background. Mom puts a treat or two in it every morning, but I don't trust it. I always keep one back foot outside, so Mom can't close the door on me. I finally forgave Mom last night when it was time for bed. I jumped in bed with her for snuggle time. She got home really late tonight and I was all excited that she was home. I did try to pull a fast one on her, though. She gave me my stinky goodness and I sniffed it and backed away from it, then started up a very pitiful meowing about how I wanted something different. Unfortunately, Mom didn't fall for it. She told me that I could eat it or not eat it, but that I was all I was getting. I ate it about ten minutes later.
I really wanted to play with Mom tonight. I kept racing up and down the hall until she finally joined me for playtime. She said something dumb about having to get out of her work clothes first. We played with a ball and my mouse wand and the feather wand and then the red bug. I got a couple of treats and lots of petting. Mom found small pair of scissors with blunt tips, so she is going to try to get my little mats off my elbows tomorrow. Ha! Good luck with that! I don't like her messing with the fur on my legs.