Our Momma has been sick. The human vet says that she just has a cold but according to Momma, she has little ninjas slicing at her eyes, gnomes ripping out her throat and demons in her lungs.
In case you don't know, I looooooooooooove paper products. Usually, I have to be stealthy about snagging them, but there has been an abundance of them lately that she doesn't notice that some go missing. I just casually walk by and vacuum them up. I hide them tucked in the roof of my mouth until I'm out of her sight. But Dad noticed that I'm getting enough of them that my poo is starting to blend in with the snow.
I thought her brain was still in fuzzy medication mode but apparently a stray thought popped into her head. Her plan is a new box and an old box for used tissues never more than 2 feet from her.
Woof ya later,