
I didn't realize we had her wearing the pirate bandanna until I went to wash it.
I had to giver her pain killers and this was her getting a 10 minute reconnection with her apparently fascinatingly enormous paws.

Now she is fully recovered from all this nonsense and is reclaimed her mama (me) and her duties (alarm clock) and jobs (screamapiller and town crier)

And likes to keep us on our toes by only being silent when the food bowls are actually empty causing us to search for her frantically and find this:

We need to trust the other cats. THey know a young punk when they see one.
We have been skooled.
KJ
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