First of all, mom just called me a "little beastie". That wasn't nice at all! I'll remember that tonight. See if she gets any toys to play with.
Here is my new paper bag that I busted clean out of! I punched a hole in the side and after a little while, I split it wide open. I come and go through that big tear. LOVE it.
See my peacock fevver? I busted that too! What a girlcat! There's my lion up at the top. He and my donkey are my two favorite toys.
Now. Here is evidence of what I am kind enough to bring mom at night. (she said that in order to show you I had to add a caveat: That the carpet is NOT dirty, it is tracked and needs grooming) (That's what she says so I said it)
But look at the variety of toys I bring that ungrateful mom! My lion! My donkey! My kickaroo! And she calls me a little beastie AND does not thank me for the toys I share nor does she speak when I announce each offering.
Fanks you all for coming to my pawty yesterday. I loved seeing each of you and oh, how mom appreciated the clean-up team that stayed over a bit to help.
Hugs and loves. XXOO