Yup, it’s me Stan. My mom calls me Stan the menace. See for yourself how shifty I can look when I’m in the mood.
Well, the reason she calls me her little menace is because I have the yowling and yodling down to a science. Given a chance I sit on her lap, on her computer’s internet connection, or I sneak right into her favorite chair just as she sits down.
I think she tried to explain to me that I could really get hurt if she ever sat down on me, but I don’t care.
I’m mad because she won’t let me go outside. No matter what I do, she won’t open that door. In Minnesota it was a lot easier to get my way because I knew how to get on everybody’s nerves real good. Not here, mom has nerves of steel and dad always defends me when she gets really fed up with my antics.
Of course, I can also be very, very nice when I want to.
The other day we had a snow storm. Mom was slightly disgrunteled by it, she is really ready for Spring. The dogs on the other hand just loved it.