Why are you so cranky, Steinbeck.

I’m not cranky.  See, I’m smiling.

That doesn’t look like  a real smile.  It looks like you’re forcing it.  In fact, you look kind of silly.  MOL!!!

Man…….you just won’t leave me alone, will you?  I think I’ll talk to our readers instead.  Guess what I heard Mom say.  She said she was going to have to shrink me.

Does this grass make me look too big?

 

I can still fit between the doors so I don’t need anyone shrinking me.

Oh Steinbeck, you still have so much to learn.  Mom isn’t trying to shrink you.  She said she was going to take you to a shrink if you didn’t stop being Mr. Cranky Pants.  A shrink is a doctor who can figure out what’s going on in your little cat brain.

Nobody’s touching my cat brain!  I’ll stop being Mr. Cranky Pants if everyone stops picking on me.   And Mom……………you’re still not going to shrink me.