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 …
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.
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.
Wait a second. Now I really can’t move.
No biggie. I’m cool with it.