You see, it all started when he saw me staring at the downstairs kitties laying on what Dad called a purr pad. It’s about an inch thick foam looking thingy and they are seem to like taking turns laying on it. So Dad though that maybe I would like to have one to lay on too. He brought one upstairs for me to try out. Did I lay on it? Nope. Did I eat it? Yes. Well, I sure did try to eat it and I started munching on it pulling it apart with my teeth.
Dad took it away from me. What’s up with that? He gave it to me so it is supposed to be mine. Even though I didn’t lay on it I did really enjoy it. That pad was just filled with foamy flavor. Needless to say I haven’t seen it since. Oh, I keep asking Dad if I can have it back, but for some reason he keeps ignoring my question. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to scratch the heck out of my big Snail Scratcher and throw snail parts all over the carpet MOL!
Have a fun weekend everyone and I’ll see you next time…without my purr pad! Remember, adopt cats, we deserve it!!!!! More Forever Homes More Often! Purrrrr! Zip! Later!