It’s been a tough day.
My poop just hasn’t been “right” today. Well, since last night. Around 11 PM. And then 2:20 AM. And then 4:30 AM. And then 6:45 AM.
Mama and I have spent our day either sleeping or walking around pooping (well, I’ve done more of the pooping, she’s done more of the sleeping).
I have energy only for the basic things…
Pine cone chasing, mainly.
In order to address the pooping issue, mama went above and beyond her limited culinary experience. If dad was here, making me something special wouldn’t have been an issue. But mama? She actually had to make phone calls to ask how to boil me up some chicken and rice. Yep, phone calls. With long, drawn-out explanations. Of very, very simple procedures. But you know what? She made some kick-ass chicken and rice and I ate two whole bowls. She cut it up into the tiny bites that I prefer, and even put some of the chicken stock that she made on top of the rice to make it juicy.
And this is the woman who actually burned two frozen pizzas this week. Occasionally… SHE LEARNS.
Love,
Bogart
I tried training my momster, but her meal for me was even grosser than the kibble: I puked it up 10 minutes after eating it! 
