Doods, I'm feeling a little loopy from my latest nip feast.
Mom are there any leftovers from the Chick-Hen dinner? I'm feeling peckish!
I decided to take things into my own paws tonight. It had been DAYS since Mom had brought out the good stuff. When a grannycat needs her nip, by golly, she should have it.
So I jumped on table and pushed the whole thing onto the living room floor. I liberated the sack from the wrapper, and I was going to rip it open when I started rolling all over the packaging... again. Boy that packaging is good stuff!
By the time Mom found me laying on the wrapper, using the bag of nip as a pillow, it was all over. Time for a snack! I was too fast for another photo shoot. I like to remain private sometimes.
In an embarrassment of riches, my new friend the Coupon Queen from Living on Less has given a delightful review of my book here.
With all that is going well in my own life, I have plenty of purrs going out to my friends who are not doing as well right now. I'm purring that everyone in your world is okay and continues to be so! My Purrer is set to high, but with a few chin scritches from Mom I go into overdrive.