Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, and I know that it is up to me to come up with a gift.
(Sophie is not exactly the freshest sprig of catnip in the bag, if you know what I mean.)
Anyway, I have been grooming us both like crazy, but there’s so much pressure to produce a hairball on this otherwise insignificant date. May 13th? F— you, Hallmark, and your conspiracy to commercialize affection.
If I can’t get a hairball hacked up, my back up plan is to drag some paper into the kitchen, knock over some tea, and make some adorable pawprint art. Sophie can probably manage that, too, but lately it’s been harder to find paper lying around. So what if I like a little nibble at the corners? I deserve a treat now and then, and I’m not talking those disgusting dental treats, either.
All right, back to licking myself.