I consider the floor to be something of my domain...
I play on the floor....
I scratch on the floor...
I eat on the floor (too quickly to take a picture of) and I sometimes nap on the floor....
So when something shows up that will be sharing the floor with me, I am not necessarily thrilled about it. This Christmas Grandpa B thought it would be fun to get C a jeep to play with....
Here I am assessing the threat posed by the noisy newcomer...
Here I am attempting to threaten the newcomer....
Here I am running away from the newcomer...
And here I am deciding it is a better approach to hide from the newcomer...
These are the times I do not like sharing the floor... M & C however seem to think this is hysterical ... so in retaliation I ate M's shoe.... (again, I've been caught red pawed with this one before)
And her magazine....
And also something called an oven mitt... M was too horrified by that one to take a picture of it, just pried it out of my jaws and told me "you'll be sorry"... but honestly it didn't bother me, I'm something of a garbage disposal. That should teach them to put things I don't like on my floor. But I will say thank you to Grandpa B... I've had my eye on the oven mitt for awhile now, I was just waiting for a good excuse and it was delicious!!