Wipe your Feet

Spot the biscuit box.....

'Wipe your feet'.   I'm getting sick of hearing it.   Every time I come indoors Mr B seems to think I should be doing the feet wiping for myself.  I give them a swish past that new scratching drum thing (it's too fat to call a post) and then sit on the top of it to assert my superiority. 

I like this 'on a pedestal' business.  F gives me a back massage when I sit on my pedestal.  I've finally got Mr B trained to feed me one those tasty biscuit things when I sit there

From my pedestal I can reach the box of tasty biscuit things on the bookshelf, but why fetch them for myself, when all I have to do is go out, come in, and WIPE MY FEET.