Howdy partners, Stubby here. Yes, I'm the fuzzy that owns Rebecca and Jonas. Well, I think I've sent them over the edge this time. I've been trying to think really hard on what to do to irritate them, and I finally figured it out. I think mom posted it a few days ago, but I've figured out that the boxspring is hollow. Using me teenie little claws, I scrape and scrape and finally, presto... A hole. So I go inside to check it out only to be yelled at by mom and dad. I don't think they're too happy with that stunt, but heck, I'll continue to do it until they're really irritated. Yesterday, I went to see if me little hole was still there, but you know what, they put a big box right where my entrance was. Those little stinkers. So, I've been scratching and scratching and scratching. Mom is getting sick and tired of it, but I think it's a bit of fun. But, wait... there is more... Dad doesn't like the idea that I can get into a few places I've never gone before. One place is his desk. He's got this really big drafting table they put too close to the back of the sofa. I can climb onto the sofa and onto the back. With a little push, I can jump right onto the desk. Listen up guys, you can jump if you put your mind to it. Well, dad put an unsightly cardboard box to keep me from jumping. Ha, I just push it aside and continue on my way. Uh oh... I'll write more later. I think I hear the door and I'm not supposed to be using the computer. At least they think I don't know how? Aren't we smart. I think I'll get my own internet account so they don't figure it out. Stubby Leader of the Fuzzy Misfit Squad... [Posted in FML issue 1480]