It’s been heavy week in my world. So, I thought I’d lighten things up and introduce you to the newest addition to my family. I’ll let her tell the tail.
“Around last Thanksgiving, and it had to be Thanksgiving because everything smelled like turkey (yum), I was adopted by my new manservant. This was lucky because I have a weepy eye and retinal scarring from feline herpes. I don’t know what I would have done in that humane society. At least they potty trained me, so he wouldn’t have to.
The first thing my manservant did was to rename me. Everybody at the pound called me Russia. Since we want no part of that silliness, my manservant named me Mousebreath, a much more dignified name.
I learned quickly that I would have other servants to entertain my every whim. I have a lovely girlservant that fixes me healthy treats to keep up my immune system. But they make my face do this-
Thank goodness she plays with me a lot or I wouldn’t like her much.
So, I learned to do many things in the first months with my new herd. Things like sprawling
and tree sprawling.
And of course there is contortionism.
I also learned to hunt. Loaves are bread are good,
but ice cream is best.
As the ruler of the house, it is important that all species learn how to get along with me.
So, you can see that I’ve grown a lot. From this,
to this.
I wonder what I will learn next year?
And there you have it. A shitten tail, I mean kitten tail. Have you ever had a cat, where everything that they knock off ends up in one place? I don’t care if it’s a spoon off the kitchen counter, or a pair of tweezers off my work bench, it all ends up behind the couch.