Ever since the first time Little Boy discovered the smell of
peppermint on my breath, he has started asking for it at bedtime.

He jumps up on the dresser, makes a demanding squeak of a meow, and
demands that I let him inspect my breath.

If I have a peppermint in my mouth, he tries his darndest to stick
his nose in my mouth until the candy is gone. If I don't have a mint,
he leads me to the living room, jumps on the bookcase and paws at the
candy jar until I get a mint.

I suspect I have created a monster...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark