Do you remember that Mom called me stupid because I “cannot” solve difficult puzzles? Well, I’m the Cat of Wall Street, and my strategy is purely profit-based: just like humans, I let others do the dirty work.
Talking of stupid … Mom’s so naive and sweet. She locked Tessa out so that I could practice on my own, only to find out that I already knew how to handle the Turn Around toy, hehe. Eventually, Mom bought a second one, thinking that we could simultaneously play with our respective racks.
Well. Why should I work at all? When Tessa’s done with this one, she’ll start working on the second rack (observe the background!), hehe.
Don’t understand why Mom’s annoyed. 1. We use and appreciate something she bought for us. 2. We play together. What’s her problem now?