My side...

I want you to hear the truth from me, before Drama Queek Comet spins this story.

It started innocently enough. I saved my biscuit from last night again. Every time he came out of the bedroom last night, I would pick up the biscuit and move. That way there was no "miscommunication" about him needing water or to go potty.

This morning when the girl got up, I still had my biscuit. I was watching it from across the room. Comet ran straight for it. I let him know to leave it alone. He did not walk past it. He went straight after it. I had no choice but to try to take it away from him. All he had to do was drop it and walk away and the problem would be solved.

But NO! He held onto it. I growled and tried to grab it. He growled back at me. We both lunged at each other and started fighting. The girl yelled at us to stop and threw a magazine at us. Comet's toenail caught on my collar and broke a little bit as he pulled away.

He ran to the girl for sympathy protection. All she saw was blood. Lots of blood. I swear I didn't hurt him. He did it to himself. If he would have kept his toes to himself, they never would have been near my collar.

Now he's hiding by my girl and she keeps glaring at me like I'm the naughty one! Comet is the naughty one. I lost my biscuit. Where's my sympathy?

Anyway, that's the real story - so don't believe anything Comet might say!
BLU