we went to London last weekend, for a wedding, so we took the opportunity for a long weekend there. As we whizzed round Selfridges, we spotted a crackly frog in the pet department.
now, Iggy has never been one for toys, really, but the original crackly frog seemed to be the one he would pull out and test extensively on behalf of the Tribe, in his capacity as head cat. He used to give it a thorough seeing to going over, but in recent times, it has become a bit battered — full of toothmarks, and no longer crackly. And certainly no trace of catnip.
so we purchased this new one, and bore it home with glee. We unpacked the bag, stripped it from its packaging, and crackled it at Iggy, who seemed extremely pleased to see it. Unfortunately, Liessa (who is absolutely hooked on catnip) grabbed it before he could, and gave it a thorough inspection. And then Mustrum got it, slobbered over it, disembowelled it …
so poor old Iggy still hasn’t had a play with his crackly frog.
Tags: catnip
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