I like Boxes

My parents like to shop online.
I really like it when they do. It means I get boxes to play in.
They were being mean and put the last order they received on the kitchen table...out of reach.
Or so they thought.
WRONG!
If there is a box in the area, I will find it, have no doubts. Ok, I know you are thinking that this box looks a bit on the small side for me to fit in. It doesn't matter...no matter WHAT size...I like boxes. As long as I can fit my cute little butt in it, it's all good.

I have even taught my mom to leave me alone when I get on the table. Back in the day...before I had her trained...she would try to shoo me off of the table.
Can you imagine? Seriously, what was she thinking? No one can tell Meg what to do.

~Megsies

Damn boys!!!!

Why can't my brother just leave me alone? WHY? I just want to sit and mind my own bizniz, but hell no. Jack has to keep being a dillhole and has to keep trying to 'play' with me.
I am Meg...I don't 'play'. I am above that kind of thing. I 'survey' my kingdom..I don't have time for frivolities like playing.
When will that fat orange fool learn? I don't know what to do. I growl at him. I hiss at him. Nothing..he is still on my butt wanting to play. He is relentless.
What is a girl to do?
I just want to sit in my condo and chill, and look at what I have to put up with.

~The Meg