July 13, 2006
Lola, honey, you are not a kitty.
This is the conversation we had (in my head):
Me: Lola, honey, that's a cat toy.
Lola: So? The ball smells good. Like a kitty. And the tail is fluffy. Like a bird. And the rubber tip is fun to chew, too. I'm keeping it, okay?
Me: Okay.
Note: she was playing with it, then looked up at me when I took out the camera and gave me her "Mom, no more pictures!" look.
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So, how did the cat toy end up in the house in the first place? She run out to the store and buy it? :)
If Lola is not allowed to play with it, I'll take it off of her paws! It sure does look fun to me!
Clearly, she ordered it online. ;)
Sorry, Zeus, she's keeping it. :)
I was going to send it to my brother with some treats & such - they've earned it suffering through my brother's wedding preparations. Lola was curious about it, so I showed it to her and... :)
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