'D' bought me a yellow, stuffed duck for Easter. He's very very soft. At first, I didn't quite know what to make of it. It didn't quack, it didn't move, it didn't eat, it didn't even go to the bathroom. So what good was it.
Well, it only took me a day to discover just how soft the duck is. So I 'march' on him. 'D' calls it 'making kitty biscuits'. All I know is that marching relaxes me, and I can fall asleep much faster after I march.
I do like the fuzzy duck. Just wished he talked so I would at least have some conversation when 'D&D' go to work.
1 comment:
At least that keeps you from marching on D & D - that's what all 3 of my kitties do!
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