Calla's Forty-Second Post

This is just really quick to say: I feel bad for the catnip mouse! All the other stuffed animals are in the bedroom on the doorway railing thingy all safe and sound. They even take part in the household conversation on occasion, and Periwinkle made an espidition around the living room entirely unscathed. The only thing all these creatures have in common is they are stuffed with fluff. (much like Edward Bear a.k.a. Winnie-the-Pooh) The poor little catnip mouse is, on the other hand, stuffed with catnip. Because of this fate, which was no fault of his own, he is subject to constant harassment by the household felines. He is batted, bitten, scratched, and flung around on a daily basis. He is even missing a black-stitch eye from all of the abuse. Now, he is cute and little like all the other stuffed animals. Yet, he is tortured! I feel so sad for him. I am thinking maybe I should remove the catnip, fill the little guy with fluff and find a ball or sack filled with catnip for the feline enjoyment. He is in my lap right now because I picked him up and felt so sorry for his condition that I was compelled to write this; and so I couldn't just put him back on the ground where he would be subject to merciless attacks. HE EVEN HAS WHISKERS HE IS SO CUTE.

I have issues.

Love,
Calla. . . AND THE CATS DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS MESSAGE.

Guest Cat III this is Baby Broder. He lives with my sister and wishes he were a stray.