Distract 'Em

My daddy is not the neatest person. Ask my mum - she's the same, LOL (Mum: but daddy's worse).

So when mum nags him often enough or (more likely to happen these days), he thinks it's time - he likes to organise what we call cleaning "campaigns" and he proceeds to clean up the place, taking a few hours to do so at times.

This is when I'm happiest also cos I getto traipse around the house with daddy (he usually opens the doors to the rooms which are normally closed off - the storeroom and guestroom) - and I get new places (well, sorta) to play in. You see, I love nothing better than poking my nose in places where I have no business doing so.

I also love it when daddy rearranges the cables of his many gadgets. I like nothing more than batting/swatting these cables, push them around and pretend I'm fighting snakes.

I think the only thing that drives daddy madder is when I scratch the furniture. Teehee.

But I have a few ways to get daddy off my back. Namely: cuteness overload. Of course mum and dad think I'm cute like 99% of the time, but this time I really put on a show to make them forget that I've been naughty at all.