Bella was trying to operate Hopkins, my iPod. She started whining; saying she's the only one of her friends who doesn't have an mp3 player. She needs her tunes, she says.
Boy, first the new fur-style, and now this. Back when I was her age, if we wanted music, we had to make it ourselves.
Please just tell me: are all the cats parting their fur and sporting iPods? Because I don't want to be a stick-in-the-mud, but I have a feeling I'm being played.
In the meantime, Hopkins is being played, too. To the tune of the Jingle Cats.