Felitxh here, thorry about the lithp...it'th thorta hard to talk wif a waxth thtrip in your mouf.
Daddy made up more pothtage paid mailerth for hith buithineth, and then we played WAXTH THTRIP!
Daddy dangleth it in front of me ever tho entithingly. I rethitht ath long ath I can, until I have to grab it and give it the bitey!
FANGTH & FRECKLETH!
ACK! It got away!
Wait for it...wait for it...
::gnaw gnaw gnaw::
I subdued the strip eventually, I always do. In fact, I sometimes EAT it--Daddy tries to prevent this but I'm sneaky and occasionally get a few inches down before he catches on to what I'm doing.
Nothing like some tasty wax to keep a fellow "regular".
Happy Monday, and for our AmeriCat friends,
Happy Memorial Day!
xx Felix XX