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I have a question: Does your Mom or Dad go off on a cleaning tangent after the holidays? Is this some kind of cat parent requirement at this time of year? Is this a new kind of cat punishment?
Should I be concerned if all our toys somehow found themselves in a washing machine and now smell, well, not like cats? Should all our blankets smell like nothing? Personally, I like a particular fleece blanket to smell, quite frankly, like me. Sometimes, I’m not so fond of a different blanket that smells like one of my sisters, not all the time, just sometimes.
Should all boxes now smell like fresh cardboard? Is this a thing? Are cardboard box companies now making fresh cardboard box smells, or is someone changing them, all of them, while I’m napping?
And our litterboxes, really, I can’t even tell where I last left my urine. Should I ask for that back? Should I ask for everything back? The way things are going, it’s going to take me months just to find my own smells again. Based on smells alone, no one knows I even live here at the moment. Is this normal? Maybe I should go barf on something, so something smells like me.
Viola wasn’t interested in the least in having photos taken with toys on her head. Why Mom thought she might have been is a mystery. “Viola, we’re going to work on this, okay?” Mom says. On the other hand, we present the old pro, Tessa.