Every morning, my momma tortures me. I know, she looks so nice, right?! But she does!
See, the bestest toy in the whole wide WORLD is a plastic bottle. It makes this pawesome crinkling sound when you chew it, and you can throw it and chase it and everything. There's NOTHING better than this bottle! And every morning, Momma pulls one out of the fridgey-rator for me. But does she give it to me? Nooooo! Okay, it requires a little preparation. It comes out of the fridgey-rator with some nasty liquid inside, so she has to get rid of that. But instead of just pouring it down the sink, she drinks it. Blech. I will follow her around and stare at her. Sometimes I'll let out a really pathetic whimper and put a paw on her hand. But she is unmoved!! She just keeps telling me I can have it when she finishes. She's so mean!
So I'm just going to stare at Momma until she gives in. It might take a while. But that bottle is worth it!!