Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Someone Please Teach Brando How To Shop
I woke up yesterday and looked down to put my slippers on and there was a present right next to them for me. It was a little dead mouse. How sweet is that? Why can't they go and buy us accessories in the middle of the night? I would love to wake up to a new purse, shoes, or some pretty jewelry! Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad that he killed the mouse. He's a good kitty, but, I would have very much preferred to wake up to even a new pair of slippers! Oh well, I guess he's doing his job as a kitty.
In response to my previous entry, yes, I'm still extremely depressed, but who really gives a shit to hear all about that?