Ok, so one day I want some grass, right?  So I ask Mom an' Dad if I can
have some.  Except there's no answer cause they're not home.  And I
really want grass.  So I jump onto the kitchen table and use it as a
runway to reach the BIIIIG high shelf where Mom keeps the catgrass.  So
I get up there but it's real crowded and I sat on a cactus.  Ow.  I
pushed the grass right over the edge.  Oops.  But then I could go down
and eat some, without sitting on cactuses.  IT was awesome except then
Mom and Dad came home and saw me sitting in the center of a blast of
mud on the carpet with the catgrass half knocked out of the pot.

That SUCKED.

So I decided I would just sit on the table, stare longingly at the
grass and scream but instead of getting grass I get in crap for putting
my furry a.s on the dining room table.

And that nasty Nox likes cat grass too so I hafta share.  What's with
that.  I thought Nox only liked crunchy things like the souls of
innocent children.  And she still won't let me lick her.

--Smokey