Catnip Is For LosersOne Cat`s Viewpoint

Some have alleged that the fact that I sleep in a pink house and that I play with dolls establishes a pattern of questionable conduct. I write to assure you that, despite my recent surgery, my manhood remains intact.

Yes, I sleep in a pink house. I explained that in my previous post. And while it is also true that I play with dolls (actually, doll parts), there is a manly explanation.

The Girl With Catpan Duty has a large box of “Polly Pockets” stuff. You know, that’s the little rubbery doll with the little rubbery clothing and the little rubbery accessories. TGWCD has a ton of PPP. (That’s “Polly Pocket Paraphernalia” for the uneducated.)

Heaven help me, I love that squishy stuff. I sneak into the box at night and take out little rubbery coats and little rubbery dresses and little rubbery pocketbooks and take them downstairs to play. If I bat one underneath the sofa, I just go get another. I can chase a little rubbery raincoat around the house for hours.

As you can see, I play with Pollys purely for the exercise.