My foster mom is a broken record.

"Rufus, you need to look FORWARD when you walk, or else you're going to keep slamming headfirst into poles."

"Rufus, you need to pay attention or else you're going to fall into that hole again."

"Rufus, you need to stop walking backwards or else you're going to hurt yourself, and you don't have many more teeth to spare."

One of the numerous ways I like to get attention:

Bum rushing my foster mom and jumping in her lap when she is sitting at the dining room table.

She doesn't like it.

There is a new house rule that I can only get pets and scratches if "all four feet are firmly planted on the ground."

That takes a lot of self control.

I'm working on it.