My mom bought me this souped-up scratch pad. It's half way up the wall in the family room, and has a scratching post on it. The scratching post even has a bird attached to it. Boy do I love hanging out up here.
My mom wrapped my mouse-on-a-string to the scratch post. Me and the mouse play a lot.
All that playing makes me tired. But don't worry, I have my priorities straight; I have no trouble finding time to relax.
First I was thrust onto the mean streets of Brooklyn, NY. Then I was caught in a feral cat trap. Then I was fostered and fostered and fostered again, finally by Nick and Jess. Then Nick and Jess adopted me. Now's I'm the centre of their attention and I write this blog.
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