I’m Cute!
Binga has still commandeered the Motor Mouse. My birthday was a total gyp.
Boodie has never had a collar. I think she is envious.
As soon my human found the collar she put it back on me. But I think she was annoyed with me too because I looked outside and she had made friends with some stray 6-toed cat.
She didn’t get to check out the spread for very long. She got exiled to the cat tree.
I thought it was more interesting a few days later, when it was laundry day. I don’t like it when the sheets get removed from my bed.
But I do like it when the new ones are brought out.
My human tried to get me to pose with it. I almost stopped speaking to her again.
One afternoon, she woke me up from a pleasant dream, but it wasn’t for any birthday treat, that’s for sure.
I saw that big, black cat carrier and I knew this was not going to be fun!
My human stuffed me in that horrible thing and, even worse, put me in the car!
I wound up in some horrible torture chamber. This guy put me on a scale and said I weighed 6 and a quarter pounds.
Even though I knew I was going to have to deal with that stinky Advantage stuff once I got back, I was still relieved to be home.






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