Gracie is currently indisposed so I’m going to give you a rundown of this week’s events.
The lady peep hurt her leg. You would think the world came to an end. Dinner was late a gazillion times but we tried to be nice. I even slept on top of her chest (all 12 lbs. of me) with my butt in her face to help her feel better. She whined about my nice fluffy tail swishing her face. How lucky can she get?
No mice this week. The peeps have a theory that they come in pairs. We caught two so we’re good until another set of honeymooners decides to vacation at the Bates Motel.
New catnip bags appeared like magic from the noisy thing the peeps call a sewing machine. There was one for each of us. We don’t share catnip very well. The lady peep said mine was disgusting. It was very wet an soggy with a hole in it. However, I had a glorious afternoon with visions of butterflies in my dreams. The other two aren’t as lethal so their bags are in good condition. It’s on my to-do list for later this afternoon. 🙂
Here’s a shot of Gracie. She says hello!