June 24th 2010 8:53 am
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I am addicted to string. There....I said it. I have acknowledged the power of the string and its control over me. I am particulary fond of the string on Mom's shorts. I get to chewing and chomping so much that the string is completely soaked with Chloe saliva. Mom said something about using the soaky string as a weapon of mass destruction....I sometimes have *clears throat* tuna breath. She bought a feline toothbrush and toothpaste ($17.00 poorer as a result) but has yet to attempt the completely unattainable mission of brushing my teeth. I have karate pork chops ready in the event this happens.

OH, I love summer. I ask Mom why she has to ever work again....can't she just be at my beck and call 24/7 365??? HHHhhmmmm??? She explained that she LOVES to teach and LOVES her students. I said, "I don't care!" She said that she has to work to make the money to keep my treat supply fully stocked. I said," I really care!!" I do I do love my treats.

We just spent 40 minutes of quality Mom and me time. We played, she brushed and petted me....I am a simply happy cat. (Really, Chloe is sprawled on her back with the sun coming through the sky lights, racked out on a newspater with her paws pointing up and I swear she has a grin on her face. I just love her so very much!)

Happy Pork Choppin' to my Peeps!
The GIRL