It’s Caturday, and we’re hanging out under the tree.
Ashton: I like it under here because it’s dark, and because the head peep can’t reach me.
Why don’t I want her to reach me? Well… earlier this week, there was an incident with my new collar. The head peep got home, and I was pretty freaked out. It was obvious I had part of my collar stuck in my mouth at some point, and it was soaked with kitty spit.
The peeps say there’s a design flaw, and that this collar is missing a loop that would keep it from getting like this.
I say that it was missing a key feature: Me not wearing it. It’s a much nicer collar now that I’m not in it. That’s right. I’m nude, I and I plan to stay that way. (Don’t worry, Mr. Jinx, I’m being modest about it.)
Peeps are stubborn, though. The head peep went out and bought me another collar. She says it’s made out of soy. Isn’t soy something you eat? I already tried eating my collar, and that didn’t turn out so well.
I told Newton that he could have the collar, but he said that he doesn’t wear girly colors. He’s no help at all! So I’m staying under the tree where the peeps can’t reach me. (Well, except for mealtimes.) They aren’t putting that collar on me!
