What up, y’all? How’s it purring? If you’re looking for a cat toy with which to entertain your favorite feline, might I suggest this battery-powered squeaky squirrel?
THIS THING TOTALLY ROCKS!
I love it sooo much. It’s my favorite toy of all time. I like it even MORE than kitty toy lasers because it’s totally automatic. I don’t have to recruit my assistant to help me operate it, like I have to do with my laser.
All I do is swat, tap or bite it, and it squeaks. Just like a squirrel. Only it doesn’t sound anything like a squirrel, but I don’t care. It squeaks, and that’s enough.
I also love my pink stick feather, but again, it requires my assistant’s help, and sometimes I just wanna do my own thang, ya know?
So yesterday I had my annual checkup at the offices of my personal physician (no worries, everything checked out fine), but I was a little out of sorts after the whole ordeal, as you can probably imagine. There was this one part in the exam involving a thermometer that — well, let’s just say that I hope to never experience anything like that again…
Anyway, I was a little stressed after my driver brought us home, so I thought I’d have a relaxing picnic.
The human who attended to my needs this morning annoyed me. She kept tugging on my leash when I wanted to investigate different areas of the property. I’ll have to reprimand her for that in her upcoming review.
There is a great deal of activity in the neighborhood today. I hear the loud machine that takes away the wonderful-smelling stinky treats in the large disposal units outside. It screeches, and it bothers me.
‘Tsup, y’all? Tabs here with a quick update. I hired a couple of interns this week to help me with some projects — you know how it is, always chasing the dream.
The first one is my big annual Summer Soirée, and yes, you’re invited!
Anywho, it’s next month, and we’ve got to get the food sitch right. I don’t know about you, but I’m a picky eater. We’re gonna need about a thousand cans of gravy by my estimates, so we need to get those orders in to Petco ASAP.
Other than that, I’m just doin’ my thang, you know, keepin’ it real and rockin’ the runway. It’s what I do.
Oh! — I almost forgot. We’re also upgrading my Tabby Command Center. Yeah, I’m getting one of the interns to install a feed trough/buffet, so that’ll be cool.
I hope spring’s been treating you well. I’ll connect again soon.
That’s what the weather human called them on the news — the three storms lashing the North American continent. The one attacking us here savaged my salad garden overnight. I did what I could to salvage the seedlings that had been flung out of the plant growing box-icators, but I defer to my assistant for the high-intensity gardening.
Not much on my agenda today, other than whipping my assistant into shape. The storm last night laid waste to my salad garden on the deck, so someone has to clean things up, and, of course, that someone is not me.
P.S. Lovely. I can hear it raining again. That means another day stuck inside…