My mother rose from her sickbed long enough to mail me a box of Christmas gifts. Inside was a gift bag for the cat, so now we know he’s truly a member of the family.
I was a bit concerned about the hamster-shaped catnip toy, because I didn’t want to encourage that kind of aggressive behavior against the other housepet. The cat took the toy from me, licked it to death, then fell asleep in a catnip-induced haze.
Dr. Kawashima says I have the brain of a 60 year old, so that certainly answers my question about why I’m getting all that particular spam email these days.