I love to lick the catnip banana.

I lick it and lick it and lick it and it gets all wet and soggy.

Then I get really hungry and I go into the kitchen and eat and eat and eat.

Then I take a good long nap.

Then I go lick the catnip banana again.

I singed my tail on the stove.

I pretended it didn't hurt because mom is forever taking me off the stove and telling me NOT to go back up there.

I will not let her know it hurt when I accidentally stuck my tail in the fire under the pot of boiling water.

I will have NO reaction when she rubs balm into my tail to cool it off.

I will NOT let her think she was right about this.

Screw her.

P.S. Ouch.

I have been especially loving and snuggly with my mom this week.

I keep jumping in her lap, putting my paws over her shoulder and rubbing my face against hers.

At night I sleep curled against her belly under the covers.

When she's in the shower, I peek around the curtain and gaze at her adoringly and meow a lot.

I am being particularly attentive.

Probably because I have done something very bad that she has yet to discover and I'm trying to soften her up...

Something is going on.

There is a big crate in my living room.

It smells like...well, I don't know what it smells like, but the scent has been referred to as "Siri" by my mom.

I do so hope this Siri thing is not going to inhabit the crate.

If I had hair it would be standing up right now!

I love to lick butter. Grover does, too.

It is a very tasty treat.

Not quite as tasty as licking mom's plate of brisket when she's not paying attention, but rather quite luscious all the same.