Practicing

SHE has this basket out for me in the living room. Any other time, I'd jump right in and make myself at home. Not this time...no way! Most times I just sit there and look at it. One time SHE put me in the basket and I made this awful "scared" face and looked at her pathetically. SHE put me down and petted me, telling me that "it's ok". I just rolled my eyes and sauntered off to my food bowl, where SHE promptly gave me some chicken giblets....YUMMMM! HE, on the other hand, told her that I know it's the same basket that she keeps the toilet paper in and that's why I won't jump inside. They are both wrong. I just don't want to jump in the damn thing and make it easy for them.