Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

Mona has been telling Mike she wants him to paint that baby's bedroom. He keeps telling her he will do it tomorrow. Guess What? Tomorrow is today because Mike started painting it! Mona and that baby left the house but me and Guy are stuck here smelling the nasty paint all day long. Worst part is we can't meow with Tom Selleck because we're shut up in a different room all day (I think all night, too, because they put our beds, food and litter box in here). So there's nothing else to do but sleep. Good night!