So, today is Friday the 13th, just like last month, and just like last month I am swishing my tail and rolling my eyes at the notion that this day is BAD LUCK. It's only bad luck if mew tell mewrself it's bad luck, so STOP TELLING MEWRSELF IT IS BAD LUCK. That is what they call a self-fulfilling prophecy, and I don't believe in filling myself unless it's with BONITO FLAKES and a variety of canned food that has a lot of GRAVY.
Have I ever mentioned that I love the kind of cat food that has a gravy or savory sauce of some kind? Have I ever mentioned that this makes me very very happy, and that I am THRILLED that, as a plus-size model, I don't have to deny myself this exquisite pleasure? I don't think so. But I'm stating it now, for the record!
Later this weekend I will tell mew about something I did this morning when Piggy and Grover's mom came over! I think mew will be quite amewsed!