Foster meowmy says I'm getting too big for my britches. Am not. Britches fit fine. Wait. I don't wear britches!
But late today I was up on the bed and that Skeeter person was pawing to get up on the bed to play with meowmy. He didn't see me, so I reached down to tap him. Foster meowmy tapped ME. And then told me that was U-N-E-X-C-E-P-T-A-B-L-E. I'm not sure what that means, but she was mad at me. I scooted over on my towel and laid down so she would see how good I was.
I heard her tell foster daddy that I was "pushing." First "britches" then "pushing." I think that means I need to be on my best behavior for awhile.