Ah, Stinky-goodness Again

Someone has to have a talk with my mom bean. Something's wrong in her brain somewhere. She let me run out of stinky-goodness (well not exactly--the last two cans were something I didn't like so much so I'd just take one bite and leave). Anyway, I had to bited her ankles to remind her to go to the store and get me my favorite Fancy Feast 'Yamon.

I think she finally got the hint and when she and Pa bean went to the doctor and then to the store I finally got what I like. First I tried to bury it. Why? Because there are predators out there. One never knows when ones favorite flavor may attract the wrong crowd.

She did make it up to me and brought home a neat feather wand. I loves it. Mom bean didn't take any pictures of me loving it, but I've already taken out a feather. So I'm happy again.

Oh, yeah, sorry for not being able to post for eleven days---Mom! Yeah, it's all her fault. She's got a buzz going on with her novel and isn't paying any attention to me. But that's alright, I'll get even one of these days.