Yes, I’m “in da bag.” My peepsgoes to The Nationz Kapital a bunch, so packing is my specialty. My solid kitty rump is puurrrfekt for tamping down any puffy sleeved blouses or frilly naughty bloomers before she zips up that Ziplock to protect the PowerChick couture from any zipper-busting suitcase slingers on the tarmac. Bon Voyage! When the Peeps away, the cat will play….
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Today was a big day: customizing my favorite shoe box, tailoring the mega-strength cardboard to fit around my Pit’r Pat-Cat-Treat-addicted plumpness. When not chewing on my peeplez plants, or trying to leap onto the shelf where it tries to hide, I’m makin’ muffins on a favorite, most-expensive cahzzzmere sweater from some swanky habadasherie called “Carrots.” It’s rabbit fude!
All the napping inspired me to start this blog, or maybe it was just gas. Hey now, SnarkyPantz, I ain’t no Toonces da Cat. He was a sell out…