*doo dah do di deeee*
*la di da da doooo*
The Baby here.
You caught me all relaxicated, because I've been gnawing on an old worn out Calming Collar. The package says they're only good for a month, but what do silly Humans know? I still cop a great buzz off the old ones.
They're so much fun to give the toothy death.
Sweet Pea and May Ling wear calming collars because they spat constantly, and sometimes pee "inappropriately", whatever THAT is.
What's important to me is that I get the used ones.
Rats! It fell down.
Gotta get it!
Guess what! We are so vigorous on our cat tree that we broke one of the feet rockin' on it! Mommy had to write and get a replacement one. As you can see right now it's propped up on mover pads. Classy, huh?
I take a mighty leap to the floor!
See the collar?
Double Rats. I can't bring it back up with me. Unless I wear it, and we all know that'll never happen.
Time to implement "Plan B".
An astounding leap back onto the tree...
...up to the first level...
...where Daddy has buckled a second old collar to the frame.
I love you.
::rub rub rub:::
XX The Baby XX