Give Me Some Credit, Please

I know I'm only four inches off the ground, but some days Daddy and Pappy don't give me enough credit. For example, when they put in the laminate floors, I couldn't jump up into the big bed. The problem was I couldn't get enough traction to break free of the earth's gravity. Sorta like a movie where plane going down the runway and the pilot yells "Oh Shit!" So they went to PetsMart (yeah!) and bought these foofy stairs. They look nice, but they're kinda hard to use. When they're home, I use them all the time. The second they leave, I still jump up in the bed. Sometimes I let loose a big fart on the comforter just out of spite. But I still appreciate their thoughtfulness, but just give me some credit.