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Showing posts with label catnip. Show all posts
Hola kitties. Christmas is over but I've been neglecting my duties posting
about Secret Paws. One reason is it arrived post-Christmas. I can't complain
much since my package didn't arrive to the recipients until after Christmas either. By
some quirk of nature, our packages crossed in the mail since I sent to the same
cats who I received from.
Hola kitties! Happy "Little" Christmas or El Día de los Reyes (Three Kings Day). Sorry for keeping you in suspense about the content of the pawsome Secret Paws package I received from Truffle, Brulee and Mom Paula, who does the heavy lifting for the Cat Blogosphere. In addition to coordinating Secret Paws and putting together the Cats of the World Weekly Planner, she also runs the CB linkies and FB pages. Oh yeah, she also blogs as Sweet Purrfections.
Hola kitties! Every year the Cat Blogosphere has a Secret Paws coordinated by Truffle and Brulee's Mom Paula. I think every year I'm more excited to know who my gifts came from than what's actually in the box even though I've never been disappointed by the contents. Na mean? Wait till you see who this year's Secret Paws was from! You'll be as excited as I was. I want to apologize cos the peeps totally fu messed up the photos.
Furrends, I just noticed that TW has a pamphlet on the couch entitled Happy Cat Happy You: Quick Tips for Building a Bond with Your Feline Friend, which is put out by the editors of the Catnip newsletter. Perhaps your human has the same pamphlet. TW and I have built a better relationship recently but it has nothing to do with any advice pamphlet. IN FACT, I'm starting a series to debunk all those facts as they relate to me. I know my situations don't apply to the average cat.
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.
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