I've Been Banned...

From the kitchen. See, I'm Rusty and I'm the MONSTER according to my mama. Did you know that I'm not really a good helper in the kitchen? I'd rather just eat the food. So I've been banned from the kitchen when mama cooks.
But, see, Nigel here, hasn't been banned from the kitchen yet. He lays in the corner and I don't know how he does it. There's way too many good smells. I can't stand laying down in the kitchen. Me and the pot rack don't get along. Neither do I and the garbage... Oops...
See, here's mama's evidence (my dad's a lawyer and somehow I've learned some legal words and mumbo jumbo). I stand in the middle so I can see and smell everything. That also means that mama has to walk AROUND me and generally every time she does something falls on the floor for me to eat.
So, I'm no longer admitted to the kitchen. And it makes me kinda sad because I really liked eating turkey and lettuce. So here's my last picture of me in the kitchen when mama is cooking. It's um, well, sad for me. But I think my waistline will like it. I think. My taste buds and tongue do not like it.
Oh, well. At least mama took pictures of this non-joyous occasion. Whatevs. At least Nigel can steal food for me. And we're besties. We sleep next to each other too. See, we're really good at playing and sitting next to each other.

Happy weekend!