Jingles

Mwhaha. I managed to escape from another collar and set of tags. I can't stand all that jingling! I can't sneak up on prey like that! What is that woman thinking putting that crap around my neck! I strolled in quite stealthily without the jingle, and she pinned me down and threw an old trashy looking one on me! She said it was my old tags (which happened to get chewed up by the lawn mower) and that I would just have to look like a street kitty til she could find mine or buy new ones. Bah. I must start losing them more often so she can't afford to keep buying them. :

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