I used to like mousies, but I prefer catnip now. The Boy has toys, too. He likes really stupid things, like the tags that Mom cuts out of her clothes or pipecleaners. I like real toys. Toys that smell good.
This is our upstairs toybox. It's mostly my toys, but The Boy has toys in there, too. I don't like the toybox. I don't like having my toys put away. What if I need them?
Sometimes, Mom puts my toys away. This is what I do. I get the toys out one by one and arrange them. Then I announce it really, really loud.
See? All nice and neat. Why put the toys in the box when they can be nice and neat on the floor? I don't have to get them out of the box, and there's a toy on my way to anywhere.
Here is me with some toys.
