Adventures as the Mommy of a Fur Baby

I want to tell you a story.

Once upon a time (this morning), there was a beautiful, young, talented Queen who was all sweetness and light. Her subjects (the fur babies) loved her very much, but were naive, so sometimes they made decisions that weren't the wisest.

One morning, the beautiful Queen awoke to the sweet songs of the morning birds (my annoying alarm clock). It was very early still, so the sun wasn't quite up, and the Queen's bedchamber was still dim. When the Queen looked at the floor of her bedchamber, she noticed something unusual on the marble (carpet). It looks splotchy, she told herself. But she wasn't sure what was wrong. In the dimness of the room, it looked like the carpet had been splattered with water, but the Queen realized it would have had to be a lot of water because of all the discolorations.

As the Queen struggled to adjust her eyes to the light, she saw the source of the splotchiness. There on the floor was an empty treasure chest (catnip bag with one large hole and hundreds of tiny holes [shaped suspiciously like fur baby teeth]).

After giving the subjects a treat the night before, the King simply sealed the bag and "hid" it on top of his desk, assuming it was put away. During the course of the night, the subjects discovered the treasure chest and decided to break it open and dance in the bedchamber with the treasure, scattering the entire contents across the floor.

The Queen, after properly reprimanding the King for his mistake, cleaned up the contents of the treasure chest, and the subjects lived happily ever after (were drugged out all day).

The end.

And that's the story of why the Queen's bedchamber smelled like a weird Italian kitchen all day.