My mom threw away my bowl
of grass. I found the container in one of the waste baskets. There was still
good green grass in there for me to eat. She saw me trying to get it out, and
put it back on the floor. Geez, she is always touching my stuff!
Yesterday my cousin Gizelle
visited. She’s 4 years old. She scares me sometimes because she’s a fast mover,
but I’m getting used to her behavior. This visit I stayed on the bed while she
was here. Mom was telling her a fairy tale about a big bad wolf. Gizelle showed
up with some red colored things on her fingernails on one hand. I noticed when
she left the house, she left some of them.
Today I started to play
with them. Mom kept taking them from me when she noticed I had them and was
trying to eat them. But she messed up by putting them someplace I could get at
them. So, when she woke up from her nap, they had “disappeared.” She’s still
looking for them. He, He, He!
I’m a growing cat. I’m
over a year old, and I need constant stimulation. Mom, if you snooze, you’ll
lose. Don’t leave anything out that I can take and hide!
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