Meow, if you are wondering why I cannibalized all your outlet cords in order to up-string a nest in my tree, it may be that you were not giving me enough attention—or, it may be that I lapped too much of that special tea.
Yes, my milky bev did taste like it had in it a bit of that kickily aromatic spice known as chai, so I wonder, perhaps, if someone may have slipped nip into my bowl instead of toy—for its spirituosity has left me a bit too high.
In fact, as I foozle my way across this floor, bapping at Lego mice and purring at ceiling walkers and slither-stretching myself away from this state of frenzied tickles, I cannot help but yearn for a cure from this control-less curiosity. Say, have you any pickles?
Alas, all I want now is fingertips massaging runs through my pelage, calming the clamour in my mind. And, now that you can neither tv, comp, nor text, I believe focusing on my needs is the best way for both of us to unwind. ; )