I'm having problems.

While Mom was out of town at the place where they make faucets, the people man moved into the little house in the back called the guest house. He had some people helping him move stuff in Friday night. The big man got home from work and went over to the guest house to talk to the people. I went with him, but they wouldn't let me in.

I heard them talking. One of the men told the big man that he noticed we have a lot of moles in our yard. He is right. There are moles everywhere. There are molehills everywhere. Sometimes I play in the yard and I step in the holes the moles have made. The big man said he didn't know what to do about the moles. He bragged that Sister used to kill moles a lot and bring them to him in the garage. Then the other man asked about me.

The big man said I was a lazy cat and I didn't catch moles. He said I need to be catching moles to earn my keep. Well, this bothered me. I DO catch moles when then run up on me.

Does the big man not realize how hard it is to catch moles? You have to find their holes and then you have to track them down. It's not like they just run up to a cat like me asking to be kilt! I try to catch them, and once in a while I do. I like to catch them, they are fun to slap around and bite. I get bored with them when they stop playing back, but they are fun for a while.

Earn my keep? What does he think I'm doing when I rub up against him and purr? That is really ALL that is required for a cool cat to earn his keep. But what if the big man really thinks I need to do more than that? I started getting worried.

After the big man fussed for a bit about me being lazy, he went in the house. I followed him. I was sitting in the chair when he called Mom. He was telling Mom about me not catching moles. I wanted to talk to Mom, to explain that moles are hard to kill and I was doing the best I could but the big man wouldn't give me the phone. I got so upset I pooed in the big man's chair.

I didn't mean to poo in the chair. I don't like to poo anywhere except the flower beds because, well, it stinks. The big man was so mad at me. He yelled at me and I had to hide.

Mom got home the next day and the big man was at work. I was glad of that because I got to explain things to Mom. She is a good Mom and she understands that it is hard to catch moles. She fussed at me just a little bit about pooing in the chair and I told her I wouldn't do it again. I know it is not cool to poo in the chair. It won't happen again because I am a cool cat.