Sometimes I get in trouble for things that don't always involve trash. Sometimes I get in trouble with my fur siblings. But I don't get yelled at for that, I just get a whap-down. No matter how much Chase says he's in charge I just can't let it go. He's so much fun to pounce on and chase around. But when things start looking bleak I yowl and hiss and spit and scream like he's about to kill me and then he backs off. Then I go after him again. The Lap Lady says I just don't learn my lessons.