The Shame
Because there are times when simply sprinkling some catnip on their beds or into a sock just isn't enough fun and everyone knows - an embarassed cat is one of the more humourous things on the planet. Fynn's version coming soon.
Hi. I moved.
- Maya
- Ojai, California, United States
- I grew up in one of the last small beach towns in Southern California, just south of Santa Barbara, and never got over it. I adore traveling with my husband and have six nephews and two neices spread from Hawaii to Colorado and an amazing big happy family that I love very much. I would rather swim in the ocean than anything else I can think of...unless its sipping a cold glass of champagne or tea and curling up with my cat, who refuses to be named. Have an incurable case of wanderlust that has taken me halfway around the world...hoping to get to the other half.
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Oh, the shame of having to wear a cow bell so my owners know where I'm at and what I'm up to at all times. Isn't it enough that I'm cooped up in this house all day? Isn't it enough that you come running to investigate whenever I poke my nose into something I ought not to? Why must I be made to endure these stupid bells??? Hrmph. I'll teach you. I'll just grab that new box of Tampons you just bought and hide out somewhere where you can't reach me...like under the sofa, and I'll proceed to shred the Tampons into bits and then I'll scatter them all over the house. Muahahahahahaha!!!
Actually, Fynn is the tampax eater. She just eats...everything else in sight. Like toes.
yay! a video!
Pete: I'd like to go on record for the following: That was the first take. You know how many times I usually have to re-record before I'm marginally happy? Somewhere in the neighborhood of TEN TIMES.
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