peggy's place: Catnip = Pee??

December 17, 2010

Catnip = Pee??

Someone just peed on the pile of catnip mom just put down on the carpet for us. Who was it? And why?

16 comments:

dArtagnan Rumblepurr/Diego Hamlet Moonfur said...: Uh oh...; December 18, 2010 at 1:44 AM
Milo and Alfie Marshall said...: Erm ... it wasn't yoor mom was it? Just askin'! Ho Ho Ho!; December 18, 2010 at 4:39 AM
Milo and Alfie Marshall said...: We've come back to apologise 'cos mom said we was NORTY making that last comment ~ an' she said she hoped Santa didn't hear us. :sorry:; December 18, 2010 at 4:40 AM
Brian's Home Blog said...: It wasn't me, promise!; December 18, 2010 at 9:00 AM
Memories of Eric and Flynn said...: Yikes! what a waste of good nip!; December 18, 2010 at 10:22 AM
Katnip Lounge said...: We guess somecat wanted to say "This is MINE"!; December 18, 2010 at 11:22 AM
Sparkle said...: Whoa... that was really rude!; December 18, 2010 at 1:43 PM
meowmeowmans said...: Well then, now *noone* gets to enjoy that catnip. Very naughty!; December 18, 2010 at 2:01 PM
Millie said...: that's just wrong.; December 18, 2010 at 10:48 PM
Sweet Purrfections said...: That is a waste of good nip!; December 18, 2010 at 11:42 PM
Angel, Kirby and Max said...: That is too bad!; December 19, 2010 at 11:02 PM
Milo and Alfie Marshall said...: Greetings at Christmas to yoo all ~ may you have friends at your fire, blessings in your home, and joy in your heart. Merry Christmas dear friends.; December 24, 2010 at 8:45 AM
The Taylor CatSSSSS said...: Geeze, what a waste of good nip!!!

Merry Christmas Eve!; December 24, 2010 at 10:26 AM
Angel Gracie=^o.o^= said...: Someone was marking his/her spot.
Sending you holiday cheers from across the miles and wishing you and your family a fun holiday filled with love and laughter.; December 24, 2010 at 10:31 PM
Moki The Wobbly Cat said...: Merry Kissmas! We's hoping you got lots of presents, had muchie yummy foods, and enjoyed de good company of family and friends!; December 25, 2010 at 10:47 PM
Cat with a Garden said...: Don't tell anyone, but Siena once got so excited over valerian, she sprayed. We guess things happen...; December 27, 2010 at 8:24 AM

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