Toes. I have to pounce my her wiggly toes tonight. Yikes! Why did she throw me off the bed? Oh well, I’ll just go to my side of the bed. Yikes! What’s this lump in my spot. Geeze, it’s that new guy that keeps coming around. I’ll fix that – this is my spot. Hah – serves you right.
Next day: Why is she washing the sheets and blankets every day. It doesn’t smell that bad. I hope she thinks she married a bed wetter. This is fun and I’ll do it again tonight.
That night: Hey! Stop that!. I hate water! OK, you caught me. OK, you soaked me. I’m out of here.
Next day: Hey! You guy! I know you’re taking her out on a date, but have her home by 10 or else. Fine. It’s now 11 PM and I’m taking action. Then I’ll sneak out and pretend I’m innocent. Oh no, he’s back and his bed stinks and he knows that I did it. No, no! Don’t rub my nose in it. Not the brown stuff. That stuff stinks.