The frayed fleece catnip ravioli I made for Fattie.
Investigating this new thing.
And she loves it.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not a very good mom for my cat. I know, I know . . . there are layers of crazy at work in this. But still. I should brush her more and be nicer to her. We used to have a standing 10pm date for a brushing and some TV watching and I've been neglecting that. I know she loves her track and ball toy that she once had and now is lost, but I cheaped out of buying one since it was $9 or $13 at PetSmart. Instead I went home and made her a catnip ravioli with some scrap fleece. I think she likes it . . . but I'm still thinking of a made in China plastic bit of assuaging of the guilts.
I can't imagine what real parenting is like. I so couldn't hack it . . .
Drugs not hugs: $0, fleece from my stash, catnip from Fattie's.