Meow.  I just don’t get it.

I ate so much of that stuff.

My human parents said I was gonna like it, but it obviously was not worth the money.

For all I know, they sold me some potpourri from the crafts store.

Wait a sec.  I feel something.

Powerful it has become!  Purr!

This stuff is the best ever!  I really feel it.

Thank you mother and father for this powerful gift you have bestowed unto me.

How can I ever repay them?

Wait.  I know.  I need to get them a gift.

I need …

… inspiration.

It really does look like potpourri.

Tastes similar too.

Hmmm.  What type of gift do I want to get them?

Wait, I know.

Potpourri would be an excellent gift, don’t you think?  It makes everything smell nice.

All I have to do is eat more of this.

A little on the dry side, but … it’s so good.

*munchmunchslurpmunch*

Meow.  The polka-dotted protozoans of Fiji are flying into my eyeballs.

I don’t have much time.  I must eat more “potpourri”.

Heeheehee.  I feel stuffed with herbal goodness.  Is this the same as taxidermy?

Scott does like natural history museums.

I think he’ll appreciate an exhibit that looks so cute …

… and smells so pretty.

*thump*

Wait a second.  Now I really can’t move.

No biggie.  I’m cool with it.