Hi! Tommy here. I want to clarify my sister's misrepresentation of my grocery sack adventure that occurred a couple of weeks ago. My sister seems to think it was very funny, however; if I wasn't such a manly cat I might well have become traumatized. Oh, and the evil grocery sack that caught me around the neck was one of those green cloth grocery sacks like the one shown a few entries ago. I'm way too scared (but in a manly way) of plastic sacks to ever attempt to get into one of them...Eeeek!
The other day I was resting in one of the dresser drawers because mom had left it open and it was there just waiting for someone my size to climb in. Mom turned around from looking in the closet and laughed at me! She said I was too big to fit. I beg to differ! I fit just fine...Thank you very much!
Oh, and then I got up on the kitchen table so I could have a better look at my inanimate bird friend Woody. After petting him on the beak mom walked in and said "You are not allowed to play up on the table, Tommy". Huh? Who's house is this anyway? I'm pretty sure my sister and I own the place.
Mom has been busy getting ready for Hanukkah and sewing nip pillows for some of our friends, so, we still haven't had enough time to come and visit all our blogging buddies. We asked mom if she could make enough nip pillows for all the cats in the blogosphere and she said that we have to limit our gift giving to relatives and special in town friends and mom wants to give some nip pillows to foster cats and to cats who are at the shelter.