"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza-pie--that's AMORE!"

Mmmm...pizza.....*drool*

Hey guys, this is Precious Princess Sara once again. Well, I'm in trouble big. Granmom 'scused the flower eating but it seems I'm in deep kitty-cookies over the stupid cat. No, not the one I used as a mop--the other one. The big fluffy one. I just went to give her a kiss but her ear kinda slipped into my mouth and I kinda gave it a real gentle tug. And ya know what the hairball did? She let out a screech! It was only a small tug! I promise!!

Well, Granmom saw the whole incident and did the one-hand-on-hip-the-other-shakin'-a-finger-and-usin'-a-real-mean-voice routine. I layed down and played dead. (And groaned to make it life-like.) I gave her the dead dog stare too. And dead dogs can't hear so I didn't hear a word about "No-more-pulling-Tink's-ears-If-I-ever-catch-you-doing-that-again-you'll-be-sorry!"

Well, Mom was laughin' her head off at the dead-dog act which got Granmom tickled. And it was a good thing that Grandad hollered "BISCUITS!" or I might still be playin' dead. Biscuits are truly miracle workers aren't they?!

A close call but I *think* I dodged the bullet (and claws) this time! The only other problem...a fence went up around all the flowers. It's a small fence but it still keeps my buffet away from me...
Any idears? Please help....Granmom just bought some yellows...MMMMMMm...yellows....*drool*