"But, but," I cried, "she's sweet, cute, fun and flat out fucking adorable! Our little fuzzball was just born a few months ago over in that patch of tall grass in our neighbors yard? This is her home!"Arm twisting was really unnecessary. When has that ever stopped me though?
So this is Skitter's anniversary of kicking the feral lifestyle. I wonder what I should get her. Her very own kickwheel? Piano lessons? Tickets to La Bohème? Jen tells me that Catnip Treats are always a good bet. Phfft. How is she gonna get any culture if she's stoned all the time?!