TW sez she’s at her wits end. I didn’t know she had another wit besides nit. Oh yeah—half. Heh heh. She sez she can’t get me to play anymore. I follow her around and stand in her way in the hall but toys don't seem to innerest me. I don’t play hockey with my green ball anymore. My rockets no long excite me. Wand toy? Nope. Crinkle ball? Try again. She’s even put fesh nip in my refillable nip toys and fresh valerian—thanks to the Katnip Loung krew—in my valerian cow. Didn’t do a thing for me. OK, eventually I did go wild for the refilled cow. I need something new and exciting.
