So the Human was feeling pretty guilty about that awful Mean Mr. Mustard post on Thursday, and you know how we can turn guilt to our advantage, Kitties.
So anyway, the other day a nice package came from Feline'o'Mine which the Human whisked away and stashed somewhere out of sight (though not, of course, out of snootstril range). Anyway, evidently her repentance was the reason I got Mr. Mousey today instead of having to wait till Christmas.
Now, you may think I am too easily distracted into baffing myself, but it's all part of the Mousey Play Ballet. Besides, I was afraid you Kitties might believe I really was a "Dirty Old Cat."