giving That Thing a good talking to...

Sigh...I wonder when mine Mummy is going to come back!
If I've got to continue taking care of That Thing, mine fur is going to turn white!
Wook! I think mine bwack furs are weceding alweady!

First, he jumped onto mine Mummy's shelf and pushed all the things down.
Then, he batted the things all awound the house.
Then he went into the toiwet and twied to jump INTO the toiwet bowl...EEEUUGH!
Then with his wet paws, he went into our witterbox and stepped in the witter, and when the witter is all stuck to his wet paws, he jumped out and walked all awound the house weaving witter-pwints.
Then, he batted mine cwunchy goodness out of mine pwate and dwibbled them all about. Note, he took them fwom MINE pwate and not fwom his!

Don't you think he deserves a scolding?
So here, I'm giving him a good talking to.I hope it gets into his thick head.Wook how whiny he is.Now he's sulking away.I hope he'll sulk the west of the day and not bother me anymore.Sigh...don't you think having to take care of a whiny naughty Thing is weawwy hard work?