Attack of the killer pink bankie

At first it seemed so innocent. I was mostly interested in the ribbon tie...

And then I discovered the complete hideousness of the bankie auntie had put upon me. How could she? I thought she loved me.

And thus, I tried my hardest to destroy the offending mass of ugly pinkness, tearing at it with fang and claw.

But to no avail. No matter how much I tore at it... she only giggled and placed it back on my head. *sigh* What have I done, auntie? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Building the Stuff

Mom got a new organizer, just for me! Now let's see - how does this go together... 15 pieces of part A... 20 million thing-a-majigs screw into that wooden scratching post...

I think I'm missing two of part AA. One... two... twelve... fourty five... yeah, only 6. I need 7, so I'm missing 2. No three.

I think it would be more creative to use THIS to attach the shelves, not dowels. Dowels are too fun to bat to use as shelf pegs.

Oh hey, I did this SUPER good, look at all my parts left over...

Huh. A whole bag of nails. I have NO idea where this should have gone. Maybe if I hide it, mom won't notice.

Art Assistant

I'm helping... really...

** yawn **

Costco for Kittehs

Where's Mah GRAVY!

I don't see NO gravy cans and NO mousies. You call this shopping?! Epic FAIL mom.

Oh wait - is that a mouse tail I see?

Hey - you know - if you give this to me, I might forgive you. Bacon heals all.

Well, it's not the best fit. I think my butt is on a cucumber. But it'll do, mom. It'll do.