My Solitary Confinement...with Greta

The last 2 days were horrible, in preparation for the baby Greta and I were confined to the bedroom while some strange guy we don't know proceeded to chisel the tile in the kitchen. It was so load that our baby sitter who was home with the flu called Mom to beg for them to sease the noise, I tried to do that myself by Grandma would not let me nor Greta have our one phone call. That and I don't know how to use a cell phone. Your lucky I can blog. What is worst of all is that I am so bound up because they actually expected me to do my business in a tupperware bowl because they was not room for my giant litter box in the bed room. And when Grandma let us out we rolled on the new found cement, that was awesome! But then Mom can home and tried to give me a bath! What!? And we had to stay in the bedroom with Mom and Dad because of all the dust that first night. I got no sleep between Greta being nuts, Dad snoring, and my feelings of constipation. We over heard Mom and Dad say what a good job the stranger did with the floors. I hope that this project is done soon and it's nice for the baby. Plus then I can do my best Tom Cruise in Risky Business impression.