Who Cares About Tissue Paper? Not an adult rescue cat!!
HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!
I definitely am NOT addicted to tissue paper…and I am certainly NOT at all possessive of the tissue paper in my castle found lying about on MY floor…nope…not me…no way!
No, that tissue paper is NOT calling my name…nope, not happening…
Tissue Paper: “Here kitty, kitty, kitty…come play with me…”
Savannah: “No, not interested…you just fall apart and I am just about over you”
Tissue Paper: “Really?…heh…heh”
Well, maybe just one more time for old times sake…
I know for a fact that once I am under the tissue paper…I am totally invisible…check this out…not a cat in sight…
No cat under here
Tissue Paper: “Right HRH Savannah…sure, sure…”
HRH Savannah’s Invisibility cloak made of tissue paper
The Kid Sage: “ummm…tissue paper?”
Tissue Paper: “what kid…”
The Kid Sage: “Is HRH Savannah gone? Is it OK if I come over and hang out with you?”
Tissue Paper: ” Sure Kid, come on over…*rustle, rustle*”
Oh Cat!! HRH Savannah knows I am with you Tissue Paper!!
AIIIIEEEEEE!!!! )(&*)$*# wrip)@#*$)#@* shred)*$)@#*)$* (be sure to hover to read captions)
Nope, I am definitely NOT addicted to tissue paper.
Tissue Paper: *muffled whining*…she used to really like me”
Paw Pats, Savannah
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