We all have a “catnip” – something that makes us crazy happy to be alive. Whatever it is for you, go ahead and have an excessive amount today (as long as an excessive amount of this stuff doesn’t kill you or impair your judgment). Because it’s Friday. And Bailey here generally gives sound advice (even when under the influence).
Diva loves when we bring her over to my parents’ house and drop her off for the day. She has many feline friends there that seem to put up with her crap.
This was Diva’s toy until Pipa and Goho, the kittens from hell, decided to claim it as their own. Thankfully, in a little over a month, she’ll be cat-free (we’re finally moving into our own place, not killing them, by the way) and have a new doggie brother to harass. The kittens can keep this one.
Meet Pippa, one of the two newest additions to my parents’ large cat family (the total number is currently at 8). She is named after one of the kids from Stephen King’s Storm of the Century, though I’m not entirely sure why. She looks like a Pippa though, and she’s playful and nosy – in other words, the perfect kitten.
