
Doo da doo doo doo. Mmmm, looks as if my toy cow somehow got stuck in this big metal thing. Being the animal rights activist that I am, I best climb in there to save the cow.

This does not bode well.

I smell a rat. Okay, a cat. I knew Miss Kitty had it in for me.

Yikes, I shouldn't have stuck the whoopie cushion in the second level of her kitty condo. Hindsight is ALWAYS 20/20. Right Dr. Graves?

Oooooooh, it all makes sense! DADDY is the one behind this elaborate plot!

But a stew pot? Why a stew pot? And, how did I lose my clothes? Oh yeah that's right, now I remember. Mommy and Daddy thought it was SO darn cute that I fit in the stewpot, they had not one photo session but two (the second being the day of the historical Kitty Riding photo). I have a feeling these photos will come back to haunt me when I am 16. Why did I let them do the second shoot? God Bless this photogenic face!
Enough of my adoring public. I am done. Get me out NOW.
















