So Nana (Kasey's Mom) went and got a pet. Now I realize that i'm not technically her pet anyway but make no mistake, I run this compound. I have free rein of the yard and the house. I jump in anyone's lap I wish and pretty much get my way. I'm the compound pet.
Now Nana brings home this... abomination of farm animals. I know what a goat is. There are three that live on the compound too. They stay out in the field or in their pen. They do not come in the house!
Also I follow people around without a leash and collar on. Why is it so great when he does it?
What's worse is they think that it's impressive that he is potty trained at 1 month old. Hey, i'm potty trained! I choose to mark my territory because like I said, I run this compound!
The worst part of all has to be how cute he is. I mean that's what the humans say, not me... He is irresistibly soft and cuddly. That's why I was trying to hug him... from behind. I was just trying to see if he was really as soft as the humans were saying he is. And he is.... So soft....
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