What the... ?

Mama seems to think I shouldn't be in certain places in the house. Like behind the couch. I don't know why -- it's nice and cozy back there and no one bothers me.

Sure, I scratch the carpet before I lie down, but how else am I supposed to get it just right? Sheesh.

Well, she got an idea from a cousin of hers to put this shiny stuff where she doesn't want me to go.



Fine, she wins. There's plenty of other places I can rest.

*hurrumph*