But then last night Mom came home with presents for me! She put big bows on them and put them in jail with the rest of the presents. I barked and whined and scratched at the jail walls, but I couldn't get through to them. Mom tried to distract me with all sorts of treats and things (I swear she thinks I have the attention span of a teaspoon) but I kept going back to the tree. I've just gotta figure out how to bail out my new toys!
(Note from Moe's Mom: I ask you all to send positive vibes/prayers/good thoughts my way today, in hopes that I don't go home to find x-pen and tree knocked over and Moe sleeping happily with a destroyed toy between his paws. I think our set up is Moe-proof, but that sort of thinking always seems to lead to trouble!)