Catuesday is the new Caturday, right?
It’s her favorite cat nip toy. It was a Christmas Present, I believe.
Though the fatness doesn’t actually celebrate Christmas, she is still happy to have toys other than fake stuffed sardines and stolen ponytail holders.
I challenge you to look at these pictures and not have the urge to squeeze her around the middle.
Over the weekend I got some flowers at our studio recital. Here she is trying to eat one.
She did eat a leaf. Am I a bad pet owner for taking this picture rather than moving her? (Don’t answer). This happened on Saturday night though, and she’s absolutely fine, so I think we’re okay. Probably a little salad won’t hurt her.