So, I'm thinking that I didn't play my hand too well today. The thing is this - I'm starting to get mobile. The problem is that I let my folks know about it. When Mommy heard me wake up this morning she came into my room to see me like this.

I should have been smarter about it - I could have easily flopped over as I heard her turning the knob to come into my room. But I was so proud of my accomplishment that I stayed sitting. So now Daddy lowered my mattress and Mommy took away my cool bumper. Booo.
Later in the morning, Mommy and I were playing in the front room. She went into the kitchen to make me a bottle and I made a beeline for the litter box. I was SO CLOSE to seeing what all the fuss is about. But Mommy came back and saw me and gave a stern "No! No litter box. Blech." and the next thing I know I'm in jail.

Okay, so it's not so much jail as it is a baby gate, but it might as well be jail. I'm bummed. But I'm still mobile.