Remember I Don’t Play?: My Recovery Rocks!
HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!
Those of you who have followed me over the last 2 years may recall this comment made by my former shelter when Mom L and Dad P picked me up to be their foster cat…
Mom L: “Do you have some toys we can use. We don’t have any at home right now after our three precious senior cats made their journey to The Bridge…we donated their toys and cat towers, etc. to rescues.”
Former Shelter: “*waves hand*…oh don’t worry, you don’t really need toys. Savannah doesn’t really play much if at all”.
Guess no one figured that my mentor and pal Sammy, One Spoiled Cat, would be teaching me about all the joys of tissue paper.
And…I have learned to trust that when Mom L and Dad P play with me…they won’t hurt me and so I try lots of new moves…2 1/2 years ago…I would never have dreamed of not only tissue paper games…but allowing things to cover my head…even my whole body…look at me now…
I started doing more and more bunny kicks since The Kid Sage showed up. Ok, so maybe I have learned a thing or even two from The Kid…nuff’ said about that…na’mean???
Listen to that tissue paper rattle…betcha Sammy jumps up and down just listening to it…
Paw Pats, Savannah
peeEss...I am remiss in missing precious Zoe’s incredible birthday achievement…THIRTEEN…and not looking a day over THREE…paws crossed…I am not telling a fib Zoe…a card for you my furriend…please forgive my belated wishes