Bobbi got that catnip-stuffed pillow for Rannie, and it must be some primo hydroponic Hawaiian Sinsemilla catnip bud or something, because if you throw it on the ground, she will grab it in both paws and roll on her back and bite it, lick it, and rub it on her face while making the I-love-mommy burbling noise. After about thirty seconds of this, she can barely stand up.
There's no cat like a stoned cat. Although mine doesn't always have a positive reaction to the 'nip -- I think it makes her more paranoid than anything. It's just a funny, but a lot more bitey.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUZZY TUMMY!
Now what's this about beer?
Bobbi got that catnip-stuffed pillow for Rannie, and it must be some primo hydroponic Hawaiian Sinsemilla catnip bud or something, because if you throw it on the ground, she will grab it in both paws and roll on her back and bite it, lick it, and rub it on her face while making the I-love-mommy burbling noise. After about thirty seconds of this, she can barely stand up.
There's no cat like a stoned cat. Although mine doesn't always have a positive reaction to the 'nip -- I think it makes her more paranoid than anything. It's just a funny, but a lot more bitey.
I knew this job thing was a bad idea.
Have fun.
Was Rannie in the dope again?
I'm on the road until next month. Sorry to miss it.
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