Photo Op

The monkeys have both been sticking this thing my face. Then I get online and play with the “mouse” thing and there I am, famous or something.

Well, at least I’m good looking enough to handle the adulation.

The last few days have been pretty rapturous; I hardly ever feel scared and the monkeys keep finding new ways to pet me and cuddle me. The catnip supply seems to be endless. Also, they’re feeding me some rather tasty dishes, and it’s obvious that they wish me to grow stronger and more active.

I’ll show them active some night. However, they are such wonderful monkeys that I really doubt there will be any reason for Cat punishment/training methods to be used.

Actually, my secret was discovered the first night. I adore them. I love, love, love them. My monkeys. I love twining myself about their hind legs. I love curling up next to them. Sometimes I just fall over “plop” right on top of them, knowing that they’ll pet me and cuddle me and chatter softly to me.

The thing they keep sticking in my face is a minor annoyance, next to all that.