Not nice

Biscuit was sitting on our bed earlier this evening, when he decided it would be fun to try walking around up there.

We have a king-size bed, and it's pretty high up off the floor. So high that I have a step stool to get up there. (Don't make fun. I'm short!)

It was actually funny, because we got that bed at the same time my nephew was moving into a big-boy bed, so we just called our bed my big-girl bed.

So anyway, Biscuit was walking around on my big-girl bed, and he was getting a little too close to the opposite edge. So Jeff told him to come over to his side. He grabbed Biscuit's arm and pulled him over closer.

Apparently, Biscuit didn't think this was a good thing to do. He looked at Jeff and said, "No, no, no! NOT nice!"