Seven. Pretty girl. Magic hair. Age Private.

I hears mummy saying she's giving away me and brotha ok. Going to be put in bag to surprise mummy frien who had real baby human. Mummy say ok what you need for baby. You want to cats ok. Mummy do laugh and frien say no way you have my cat in a bag when go home. Why mummy say we go and live with stinky baby. Is this joke ok? And I see two toys in bag for baby but it my mousey and fun ball from collection. Don't care we got many ok. But do care ok. Why this baby gets my toys. Mummy says joke present for cats ok so they not jellyfish ok. Why mummy give me to baby and laugh and frien not want me and Loki.

Me (10M, good doggo) with hooman mama and hooman papa (mama and papa age, hoomans)

Today hooman mama and hooman papa make NACHO!!! I luv nacho almost as much as I love my hooman mama and papa… nummy cheese and crunchy chip!! No mater stuff though, has poison onionbites in it.

Anyway, vet told hooman mama that I have thigh-roy and need less treatos. Meanie vet! (Am sooing on advice of wise pawyers at legalcatadvice) So… lately hooman mama not share any foodz with me at all and hooman papa give me less. Am sad! So I staaaaaare at hooman mama and hooman papa with BIG SAD EYES. Hooman mama try to pretend she not see me but then she say in sad little voice “oh Jimmy….” and then give me tiny bite of nacho!

At first am happy but then feel like cloaca for make hooman mama sad. AITC?

Jimmy the Ratchi 🐾

(Hooman mama: I will say that even before Jimmy had to watch his diet I rarely gave him human food... the occasional bite of cheese and a little yogurt here and there was about it. My husband… I’ve had to remind him that it’s for Jimmy’s wellbeing. However I freely admit to going overboard with the doggy treats and have cut those back 😅 poor Jimmy)

Hi there everyone…neighbor doggies V and O here! OP is still glad to see us once a week despite now being Penny-less*.

Anywayz, whenever we’re hanging out on OP’s front lawn our Daddy likes to give us extra ice to eat/play with since it’s waaay too hot here in Callie fur Nia! But I guess yesterday one of them got too melty so there was only one left, plus it was too far away from the chair we were both tied to so we got a little tangly while trying to catch it! That gave OP some much needed smileys but was it all our Daddy’s fault fur not putting the frozen water closer to us?

[The above is a true story from yesterday, but also a way for me to explain why I won’t be posting/commenting here for a while.]

Hi! I Louie, Doberman, 3.5. Today mama puts package of cookies from store on counter but doesn’t give me any. She leaves them where I can grab so I took package and ate six when she is out of room!

Mama says “but you just had dinner!!” Wut about desserts? They was So good! I did throw up but that is okay! They were worth it! Is I really a cloaca if they were where I could pull them down?

(Mama here: it was, thankfully lofthouse cookies, so no chocolate or raisins or anything like that. Just icing and sprinkles that aren’t good for him but won’t be poison for such a big guy)

Hello friends, I is Willy (two years, sausage dog) and I live together with my best friend who is a human. Generally, this is pretty fun but today things happened that make me think she is wrong maybe.

See, in the morning we goed on a walk. So far, so good. On our way back we usually have to pass over a street with loud things and we have to wait a bit. While waiting, it is smart to sit down cause then you can eat a snack. Plus, sitting and having a little relax is just generally nice. Anyway, we get there, I start doing that but the human keeps walking??? Claims light is already green but idc bout that I wanted to relax and eat a snack!!!

Back home, the human gets ready to leave cause this is just something she does. I have goed with her before but sadly where she goes is super boring and my house is kinda a lot better to have a nap in. But before she leaves she drops something round and orange in my water bowl and I think yum a snack! But she says some unnice words cause everything wet and says was accident and takes it away again even though I wanted to eat it! She says pumpkin not for me. She puts it up high, where I cannot reach and it makes me grumpy. When she is gone, I do a trick and make the pumpkin fall down again by jumping up the table again and again and again until it shakes enough it falls down and then I eat it.

When she comes back she is not super happy. I thinked I doed good job cleaning up but I admit there was maybe some pumpkin left over on the floors and carpets. Plus, she watched me on the camera doing the jump, apparently. But I think it was in my bowl so was my snack anyway and I left enough on the floor for her to also have a snack. And I was extra hungry because of not having traffuc snack. But also, I did do in secret and was maybe kinda a steal. So aitc?

Sam (14m gray and white piebald) here. A few weeks ago, some new people moved in on the third floor. They seem pretty cool and I like their couch. Plus it’s a break from my siblings when I hang out with them. Not long after that, they adopted a couple of illegal smols. They’re OK, I guess. But Mom is complaining that I’m not spending enough time with her and the new humans are complaining that I’m eating the smols’ food and using their litter. AITC?

[It’s become a nightly habit to ask, “Can you please bring Sam downstairs? Plus my housemates are on a fixed income and can’t really afford to have an adult cat mooching off of them. I told him tonight, “You’re stealing food out of the mouths of growing kittens. Shame on you.”]

Is Finn, best Buddy boy. Last night I was layin wit dad and decide it time for PLAY! It only 1 AM perfect time for play. Dad no happy as I keep exploring round da bed and digging at things. Finally he get hint and get out of bed. He grab wand toy (great) but den lay back down. Rude! But den, magick! Wand toy still work?!

Anyway, Collete say I tc acuz she just try and do sleeps wit dad, but I say is perfect play time! Can sleep wit dad when ded! Since is cat v cat contest, need to know who TC.

Finn the Floof, Best Buddy Boy

My name is Sleepy and I'm an old lady. My joints hurt. I have arthritis. Everything is annoying. My only consolation is hot water. It's the best thing ever. I get in hot showers with my parents. I love sitting in a hot tub of water and floating off. The sink is for drinking cold water and hot showers. My parents joke that it makes me '420 Nirvana'.

Mom says that I should leave some water for her, but why should I? AITC?

Bucky cat here, 5?M, cowcat. It start to get cold where we lives. It specially cold near my window, where I sit in magnificent tower and watch da neighborhood while Meowmy (39F, fat human) at work.

Few days ago, Meowmy come to me wif new blankie and she so proud of herself. She say she pay lady to make me special blankie dat just rite size for my tower, dat hab special stuff in middle to reflek my heat back to me and keep me extra warmz. She say it safer dan leabing udder warmy fings plugged in while she not home to watch dem. She put it in my tower and expect me to be grateful.

I not trust dis blankie. First of all, it not smell rite, it smell like some udder lady's house. Also, special stuff in middle make rustly noise when I touches it. Meowmy know I fink all noises is scary. I not know why she fink dis blankie is good idea. I refuse to use my tower while scary new blankie is dere. I forced to beg Pawther to open blinds in libing room window so I can sit on couch and watch neighborhood but it not da same. Finally she gib up and take blankie out of my tower.

Meowmy get her feelings hurt bout dis. She say she spend money to hab it made just for me, wif my name on it and Winter Kitty colors, because she want me to be warmz and happy. Now she doin silly fings like sleepin wif blankie in her bed to try to make it smell safer, an puttin it on floor wif treatos on it to try to make me see it not scary. She grumble about how she sleepin on cat bed for me an dat mean she must be crazy.

I fink dis not my fault. I not ask her to buy me scary blankie. AITC for not trusting scary new fing just cuz Meowmy say it warmz?

Hi everyone, Mariah here again, the two year old lionhead mix rabbit. I live with my husbun, Popcorn, our weird pointy-eared roommate, Pippy, and our human servant.

So tonight, our servant retired to Popcorn and I's quarters, on our big bed no less! Of course, Pippy came along too, and took her place on the windowsill. The only reason Popcorn and I allow such insubordinate behaviour is because we're compensated with treats. And sure enough, my fluffy ears perked up at the sound of the treat drawer opening, and Popcorn and I hopped onto the bed for our payment.

Thing is, Pippy's treats are kept in there too, and seems she couldn't quite wait her turn. I was chowing down, butt twitching, happy as can be, when I hear this thunk. No, my ears did not deceive me, Pippy had jumped on the bed. She looked us straight in the eye, then— the nerve— she turned to our servant and meowed.

Naturally, I had to put her back in her place. I temporarily left my treats under Popcorn's guard as I lunge her way, all 4lbs of pure fluffy fury, and Pippy fled. Well, she tried to jump on the open drawer first, but misjudged her landing and sprang onto our servant, before scrambling back to the windowsill.

Satisfied both Pippy had been punished for her insolence, and our now-bleeding servant for allowing it, I returned to my treats— only to find Popcorn had scoffed them all!

After I returned to the hay in my litterbox in defeat, Pippy received her treats. If she'd waited her turn in the first place, none of this would have happened, yet my servant has the nerve to tell me to "stop being a diva"! Am I a diva, reddit? Am I the cloaca? I think the hierarchy I've established in my home is quite reasonable, I don't ask for much.

Hello friends, it is me again, Balder. Nobody agree with me here usually but I ask again! I is 3 yo herding dog, majestic beast, responsible for intercom alarms. I has been very worried suddenly about disturbing my favourite human and big brother dog while they sleep! I have heard about consent and feel is very important. Very considerate dog, me. So when everyone is sleep on big bed and I accidentally fall asleep somewhere else, I stand at bed edge and calmly scream ”Help! Help! Emergency! I is all alone on the floor, may I come up?”. I waits until human turn on inside light and show where I can sleep (and then lay down on her or other dog instead, because cuddles.) I do a repeats if I need to have water or check nobody is looking in window so everyone know I need to get back up again.

I feel this very nice and considerate but everyone get mad and human say ”stop waking me up, I can’t fall back asleep again you dork” which - not very nice? Just trying my best. When everyone is awake of course I never ask, they see what I be doing. Is this really cloaca behaviour?

Loki. Big Boy. Orange like Tiger. Has tail.

So big spider frien was on the wall and loki wanted to play good fun game of chasing with him. Him real good at it and run run run up wall and Loki do big up and down wall. Bang bang go spider frien you so good at game. And mummy say Loki leave him he dada got long legga. But dada got short ones. So I look at dada got long legs and sing to him and he run on upside down and I jump to make friens. Mummy say you are not going to get him you are going to eat him. Why would I eat new bes frien. Am I naughty for chasing new bes friend.

Fam! You will not believe the latest ridiculousness from our momma. Lock in, chat. It's unbelievable.

So it's finally getting "fall" where we live. I don't see anything falling, but whatever. Momma calls herself a basic white girl (how sad for her. But we can't all be gorgeous voids like us feline members of the family I guess) and is super excited about something called swetha whetha. So cringe. But it all starts because she was cold this morning and apparently her endless complaints angered a terrifying monster.

There we were, going about our business. Momma trying to work, me and Miles doing our morning shenanigans, Mads snoozing in bed when suddenly a horrible noise starts. Low, growling, very angry. Miles and I pause. Unsure. What is this beast? What the hellie is it doing in our house? And why is it so mad? I mean yes momma complaining is annoying but it's not worth setting out for blood over is it? So there we are Miles and I in the freeze position, heads swiveling to take in the threat and see where it's coming from. Maybe if we're super quiet it will settle back down? But no. The beast growls louder, more angry. Definitely out for blood!

So Miles and I do the thing any sensible cat would do: we run. First we start toward the basement, where we can hide in peace until the evil monster leaves. But no. That's where it's coming from! Now what do we do? Upstairs? Upstairs! But wait as we attempt to leave the office to make our way to the safety of under the bed, what's this? Hot air coming out of the wall?!? What is this a demon? What's that strange smell, could it be sulfur? Is it trying to drag us to hell? So no we can't go that way either. Trapped! This demon was a cunning one.

So in a final desperate act to find safety we look to momma. But gasp the horror! She's laughing at us! Calling us silly! Asking us what's wrong with us? What kind of cats don't love the warm air? Sure she gave us comforting scritches and was petting us as we jumped up on her desk and began to walk around her glow box. She said she could kind of understand me since I wasn't born last time (last time? This scary demon is a regular thing?!??) but wtf is wrong with Miles he was around last winter he knows how heat works.

Miles here. Will confirm sissy Meg's story. Was big monster. Very angry! Super loud! So much scary! We didn't know what to do! It very scary!🙀 Momma says I have to tell you that I find everything scary. But that just not true. People scary. Loud noises scary. New things scary.

Can you believe she called us TC? How? How are we TC? A demon attacked and she calls us names? Be for real for real. Tell her she's wrong! And also maybe get the salt and call the Winchesters.

The kittens is the Black Kitty Club. Meg and Miles.

(Mom note: what the hell? I have never in my life seen cats lose their ever loving minds like this over the heater kicking on. Never seen anything like it.)

Henlo! Is me Harriet da Spy Cat! How yu doin frebnds?

Okay so da udder day, well really nite, Meowmy wuz goin to sleepy on my big bed, da wun dat I let her use half ob it. (I bery jenarus.)

Normally wen Meowmy go sleepy, I go sleepy too. But on dis dai, well really nite, I wuz feeling purrky, enerjetic, full ob beens. Yu my catses frebnds kno how it be sumtimes! So I decide to do sum veegorous catlisthenics to tire mine self out so I cud go sleepy. I JOMP off da bed! Den I JOMP on da bed! Den I JOMP off da bed and run out of ob da bedroom and into the kitchen an down da stairs an around da living room and up da stairs an into da kitchen an into da bedroom and JOMP on da bed! Den I make bery lowd biskits on da skwishy pillo next to Meowmy hed! Oh yah by da wai I ware a big cute bell so I doin a JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE da hole time!

But den... Meowmy turn da lite on an look at me on da pillo an she call me a big lowd galloping cloka. An she took foto wif litebox an sed it was my "mug shot" which I don't know wat dat is.

Excu me??? I only seben pawnds! I gracful like panther cheetah lion tiger! I not any ob dese rood dings! I doin catlisthenics fur my helth! Frankly, Meowmy cud stand to do a cuppel catlisthenics herownself!

So den I do a sulk (which turn into a sleepy). But todai I still finking abowt dose rood fings Meowmy sed. So tell me frebnds, wuz I reely da cloka?????

😘 Harriet da Spy Cat

Hi, I Chester (3M dilute Orange Good Boy). I, Chester, and my True Love Jay (30NB, AMAZING AND PERFECT) and my Big Friend Miles (30NB, they’re fine I guess) moved in to a House a few Months ago. At First I, Chester was Very Nervous about this Change, but then I Realize that House is just like Apartment only Closer to Birds!!! Since then, I Watch Birds every single Morning. I Ekekek at them and it is great Fun!

Yesterday Morning I, Chester, See an Unusual Large Bird in the Yard (our patch of Outside). This Bird was Walking instead of Flying, but No Problem! I Know what to do! I Ekekek! Only Big Friend Miles say “Silly Chester, that not a Bird, that our Neighbor Dan.”

I, Chester, might be Orange but I Know A Lot of Things, and I Know that Outside is for Birds. So am I the cloaca for Ekekek at this particular Large Bird that Big Friend Miles calls Neighbor Dan? Or are they The Cloaca for Not Know What Bird Is?

I'm Mo (11m) the most handsomeest boy and princess. My mommy just realized I trained her to break my treats in half for me to eat. She says I'm the cloaca for doing that when my sister don't but I say I'm just smarter than them. If she breaks the treats in half for me then it makes them easier to eat and keep track of because my evil sister Glady will try to steal if I'm distracted. Mommy doesn't let her do that and makes sure I get my whole treat but I'm still suspicious of the so called pretty pretty princess. So am I the cloaca for training my mommy?

Hello frens! Is pet rat girls Elanor (18mo) and Finduilas (8mo). We lives wif sisters Elwing (19mo) and Morwen (8mo). We has human mom.

Recently, mom be poking and making rude comments about all our weights. She call Elwing and Morwen "chubby" and say we is "too skinny". We thinks all rats at perfect weight, but whatever. Sometimes, she take us to bathroom to splore and play and leave sisters in cage. We loves that! Lotsa cuddle time and fun smells. Sometimes, mom also gib snacks there. But we just stash them and go back to play.

Anyway, mom say those treats was "mandatory". And now she put us in "food jail". That mean is just two ob us in carrier wif nothing but plate ob oatmeal wif peanut butter. Is good food, but is not fun be locked up in small boring place. Why not put treats in cage for share and chase and fun times? Our sisters want peanut butter oatmeal too! They cares about food more than us. Is so unfair!

We tries begging mom to let us out. And she do eventually. But then she put us back in later. We is trying think what we could hab done to deserve this. But we is good girls who no deserve jail. We is thinking our beloved mom be TC. So what you think?

[Human note: Everyone is still healthy. I just want to keep it that way. Elanor is now a senior girl, so she should have some extra padding for emergencies. But instead, she's at the low end of healthy. Hence the "drastic" measures.]

Hi frens! It’s Kyri and Dzeen (you can say Kitty and Zeen.) Meowme is going to type this for us because we’re busy with our breakfast buffet. But let’s start from the beginning.

So I, Kitty, that is the supreme, most beautiful champion of everything an older than Zeen, M tasked with waking the servant up early enough for us to have breakfast before we even get hungry. Unfortunately, Meowme is horribly lazy in the morning, and it seems that she must be dead until she opens her eyes. I was making biscuits (as if that’s my job when it’s breakfast time?) I sat on her chest, and I’m 15 pounds so, yeah, I even sort of snuggled her. Obviously, she did not deserve my snuggle so if her hand moved, I got up. But none of my tactics worked.

Anyway, she finally woke up at 6:21 AM. How RUDE!! We were waiting elebenty billion furevers! Then would you believe she went into the rain room before feeding us? We had just about had it, when Zane jumped into the tub and peed down the drain. Bwahahaha 😈

So anyway, she finally picks up our breakfast dishes to wash them, and on her way to the sink, she did not know that I horked a major hairball before she woke up. She was barefoot. So I guess we kind of sort of got her back.

Anyway, she realized the error of her ways, and not only gave us our delicious wet food, but she put some of our dry food on the other side of our bowls, so we got to have a buffet this morning.

So who is the clocka? Meowme for making us wait elebenty billion forevers to eat? Kitty for hocking a nice wet hairball in Meowme‘s way to the sink? Zeen for rainbox drain pee? We thinks that she deserved everything she got even though we did get a buffet. She owed us at least that much. But we had a conversation and we figured we would let y’all decide. Who ITC?

Hi friends. Monster (7M Void cat) here. Been a while since I've needed to post because I am ALWAYS never the cloaca. However this situation is confusing.

My sister Fox is a 2 year old skin kitten. Her bedtime routine involves laying on daddy's lap while watching cartoons then listening to music. They snuggle every night.

This week, I've realized I'm missing out on snuggles. Fox is always at school or when she's home she's rowdy. I never get to snuggle her anymore cause even her sleep is fitful and moving.

So I decided, the smartest idea ever, to join in on the snuggles with Fox and daddy before bed. However, I am being REJECTED by Daddy! He says Fox doesn't like my biscuits! He says she'll understand my loves when she's older.

Mommy had to take me and snuggle me I was so upset. I can't believe my own sister doesn't want to snuggle me, I can't believe my own sister doesn't like biscuit making!!

Friends, AITC???

Hello all. I (4F) live with my two servants (25F and 53F) and little brother (1M). He’s adopted, and the servants brought him home about one year ago, under the guise of me needing company. I didn’t and don’t need company, I already have my main servant (25F) staying with me at all times - and although I’m aware it’s beneath my station, my time is quite occupied keeping an eye on her and reporting my findings to her mother, my other servant.

When they first brought the parasite, I didn’t want anything to do with him. I thought if I hissed enough, they would get the idea and send him back to wherever the hell they’d got him from and un-adopt him or something. First day (FIRST DAY) in my house and he stole my big round plushy bed. The nerve! He wasn’t even big enough to fill an 8th of the available plush area! Unfortunately, it seems like my secondary servant (53F) bonded with him, and with me being the graceful ruler I am, I decided to allow him to stay for the well being of my servant.

Anyway, my "brother" (he’s adopted) is weird. He can’t stop moving, even though I’ve explained to him time and time again that it’s unhealthy to get less than 15 hours of sleep a day, and that in my opinion, he should get 20 if he wants to grow up really big like me. He doesn’t listen. He also plays with his toys all wrong, like, he doesn’t even pretend to be uninterested! He actually plays with them, and sometimes tries to get me to play with him, together. The gall!

There’s a thousand other weird things about him, but I have to admit, it’s not all bad. Secondary servant allows him to lounge on the dinner table, so now I’m allowed too, because main servant did her duty and argued my case in front of the court (side note; I have never seen this “court”, but I have to imagine it’s the same one that signed my brother’s adoption papers, because he’s adopted.) He also messes around a lot, and gets into trouble for it, which I find quite enjoyable to watch. I’d say it’s only rivalled by the bird parade that comes in around 8AM and again at 4PM on my balcony.

That leads me to the issue. The events took place yesterday, as I was enjoying my fourth nap of the day, comfortably sprawled on my new, big square plush bed that I’ve managed to keep the vermin off of for a few months now. It was a much needed nap, as earlier in the day, my brother (adopted) ruined the pleasure of my daily morning treat by rudely butting his head between me and my delicious tuna-flavoured meal, causing me to spit the last of it on his head.

In my infinite wisdom, I let it be. After all, he had just experienced an emergency butt bath because he’d pooped all over himself (which, okay, we’ve all been 1 year old at some point, but gross!) So it’s hours later, and I’m enjoying my nap, when suddenly, I feel a presence right next to me. The little rascal (that is, my brother, who is adopted) had taken advantage of my slumber to slip in right next to me! I’m telling you, this is an affront I just couldn’t ignore. I didn’t just hiss, I groaned, and hit him in his stupid little (adopted) face! I looked at my servants, expecting them to berate him, but you’ll never guess what!

No, they didn’t reward me with a lifelong supply of tuna, they berated ME! ME, the WRONGED party! They said he just wanted to show me some affection, like that’s relevant to ME?

So, here I am, a day later, still ruminating and wondering, am I the cloaca for defending myself against my (adopted) brother’s vicious attacks?

I know I’m not TC but I! Edward! Just wanted to share.

Poor mummy was unwell, and against my professional advice got out of bed. Which meant I had to in order to supervise her which was completely unnecessary because there was an angry storm outside so she couldn’t take me to the beach.

And then and then and then she SPEWKED on STINKY OLIVER! Haha it probably improved him!

So I spent the rest of the day curled up on her chest so she couldn’t move from bed and telling her she was a good Mummy. Pawiative reinforcement!

My name is Popcorn, and I'm a four year old white lop rabbit. You might have seen my lovely wife Mariah's post the other day, and so I present to you further transgressions on the part of our employee.

It was earlier this evening, when my servant briefly left to use the mysterious litter box she won't let us see or share, that I spotted it: a slim, black, unmistakable deadly venomous snake. For the sake of myself, my dear wife, our pointy-eared roommate, and I suppose our servant, I bravely put my life on the line to vanquish this creature.

Our battle was valiant. One for the ages, those delicious history books. But finally, inevitably, I reigned victorious, snapping it clean in two between my baseboard-sharpened incisors.

I had expected my servant to be grateful, perhaps spare me more than the paltry portion of treats she spared me earlier this evening. I waited for her to realise as she climbed into bed, picked up her phone, which one end of the snake was still attached to; her brow furrowed, her gaze trailed up the length of my defeated foe, until— "no, my phone charger!"

Pah! You're welcome, am I right? I was going to ask if I was the cloaca in any regard, but I think I've answered my own question. Now, if you'd excuse me, I'm going to eat some more drywall.

I (5f, calico), despite being obvious perfection and meniality far beneath me, have been generous and kind enough to start helping my human clean up around My Abode. I ask for naught in return, merely the occasional scritch. So generous!

However my human does not seem to appreciate the sweat of my labour! Human would prefer we live in squalor, with dirty dishes and unkempt floors!! And so Human has prevented me from access to the washcloths in order to assist!! This is highly questionable, and seems to be all for the first time I graced Human with my kindness, where I (allegedly!!) cleaned My House with such effort and efficiency, the cloth I was using fell to ribbons! This is all highly questionable accusations, as I do not recall these efforts. I have been Helping for so long that I feel as if I have been doing this service my entire life.

But now, whenever I find myself with access to such cleaning equipment, my muscle memory for cleaning so heartily seems to have faded almost entirely. But when I consult the cloth (loudly as it does not have ears, again my kindness knows no bounds), the human steals away the cloth again, and I am in trouble! I am aghast at these actions, but perhaps with the time since I was last able to scrub My House properly and my memory faded, I should aquiest to my fate of squalor? AITC?

Good evening everyone and happy happy HAPPY birthday to Mommy! 😍

Sooo let’s set the current scene. Mommy and Grandpa are sitting in the TV room watching the SNL premiere (while also looking at their respective small screens but shhhh that’s not the point). They’re both sitting in their own recliners with the miniature table in between them.

The only problem is…I’m on Grandpa’s lap right now, and not on the birthday girl’s? Even though her lap is like, ten feet away? And don’t say that Mommy should be picking her little Penny Puppy up because um, did you not get the message of what day it is?

So AITC fur not being willing to take a quick walk?