Okay, I think I’m getting addicted to this Turbo Track thing and as you can tell, Sister Gracie is starting to think so too. I play with it all hours of the day…and night. In the morning when Dad is getting our breakfast ready all my sisters are in the kitchen prompting him to hurry. Not me. I’m right in there at my Turbo Track. The same thing happens when Dad is getting our dinner ready, I’m right there whapping that ball around. After dinner when Mom and Dad go to the living room? Yep, back at it again. Bedtime? Not exempt either! After all, what is more relaxing that hearing that ball go around that track? Nothing. Absolutely nothing! I just can’t seem to help myself, it’s one of my favorite toys ever. I do stop for a while each night when it’s time to play Da Bird, which happens to be my number one favorite. But Da Bird gets put away each night and the Turbo Track doesn’t get put away. Sister Gracie plays Turbo Track with me too. She gets on one end and I get on the other and we whap that ball back and forth to each other. But I don’t mind going it alone, nope, doesn’t bother me in the least. Oh, and guess what? Dad is going to get me a couple more so we can put them together into a larger Turbo Track!!! I can’t wait for that to happen.
Remember, adopt cats, we deserve it!!! Purrrrr! Zip! Later!