...is if you're going to shred it, which is one of MY favorite past times, make absolutely sure that it doesn't have glue on the back of it, like those lick-em stick-em labels the post office has. Poor Mom was picking bits of gluey paper out of my whiskers and mouth, and plucking it out of my fur for the positively LONGEST time today. She's still got pieces glued to the carpet, but that's not MY problem. Although I liked the attention, I just don't see what humans think is so tasty about that awful glue. BLEGH!!
Mary-Margaret
PS: We were working from the office today and guess who got a little bit bored?
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