Kamikaze Kamakiri Kitty and I got a Christmas present from my friend Laura in Japan. It's grass. Mmmmm grass. Real grass! Not "grass" nudge, wink. Kamikaze loves the stuff! Here's what's supposed to happen:
Kamikaze's tummy feels upset, so he eats the grass. Then he turns away and discreetly pukes. Then he is all happy and he sings a song. I showed the instructions to Kamikaze, but I think his Japanese is very rusty. He loves to eat the grass, but he never barfs. He hasn't upchucked, as a matter of fact, for so long I can't even remember the last time I had to clean any up!
Chomp chomp chomp.
He keeps his money underneath his grass.
Sniff chomp chomp sniff.
In the morning I water the grass and stick it outside on the balcony to get some sun. Kamikaze jumps up on the bed and stares at the grass, meowing sadly - wishing it would come back inside so he can rub his big giant head in it.
After all the grass eating, it's time for a nap.
With my back being all messed up, I've been sleeping my head off. Kamikaze doesn't mind being spooned. I can arrange him however I want and pet him to sleep and I just doze off in short order. He's such an awesome boy.
WCB is being hosted over at Champaign Taste this weekend. Stop over and see all the other great kitties!
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