Yes, I’m in exile, and so is my so-called brother, Munchkin.
Why? For doing what comes naturally. In other words, we whizzed in the bedroom. On the rug, on Charlie’s clothes (which were, to be fair, on the floor), and on the tail of the bedclothes. We did a professionally thorough job of it, too. And one of us (naming no names, for modesty is a mark of true nobility) did more than whizz.
Alas! Even though the humans, especially MaMA, have repeatedly told us that this is our home, they took exception to our choosing the bedroom as one of our relief stations. We chose a lovely, out-of-the-way spot, too: behind the bed, where they wouldn’t soil their feet by stepping in it.
MaMA has been doing laundry and cleaning carpet all day, and we are in exile in the basement. I miss MaMA and my soft snug place at her side.
In Exile From Paradise
We’re being allowed upstairs today on probation, although the bedroom door is firmly closed. *sigh*
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Have you ever gotten in trouble for acting according to your nature?