But as soon as she gets home, I'm OUTTA THERE! After a full evening of running around chasing Fig, chewing on socks, licking the carpet, and trying to steal toys away from Fig, I crawl up on the couch and start to get sleepy.
Not long after that point, I'm ready to go upstairs to bed! I'm too scared to go up the steps by myself (they CURVE! and you can SEE THROUGH THEM!) so I stand on the third step and wait for Massah to carry me up.
While Massah is getting ready for bed, sometimes I play with my toys. A lot of times I curl up in the closet on top of dirty clothes, but Massah doesn't want to show everyone her dirty clothes so there's just a picture of me and a toy. It's my Chuck-a-Duck and Mean Sister Fig likes to play with it too. I think this is what she was yelling about in the video yesterday, actually.
Once Massah gets in bed, I have to get as close to her as I can. I like to sleep by her neck. (She doesn't know how to make faces blurry in pictures, so you're just supposed to ignore her - which shouldn't be hard because I'M there and I'm much nicer to look at.) This was before she cut off her hair... I used to chew on it like bubble gum. I wish she'd grow it back. *sigh*