Eating the Cookie Batter

Jenny decided to make a new version of catnip cookies for Tallulah's Treats and Rupert and I went into the kitchen to see if we could help.  She gave us each a tiny taste of the batter to see if we liked it.  It was dee-lish.

Then the phone rang and while Jenny was talking, Rupert and I decided to have another taste...and one taste led to another...and another...and a big scolding from Jenny, who had to make more batter.

Flying A Kite

I just had the best ever time at Mrs. G's penthouse. Charlie brought his fish kite and everyone was there -- Alice and Becky, Monty and Charlie, Rupert and Mrs. G, and Zan and moi. Actually, Zan has sort of become my step-human since Mabel is always so busy being social -- not that I mind because I absolutely love Mabel.

We liked watching the kite flying all over the sky, but the best part was the string -- we fought over it and got tangled in it and Rupert was totally wrapped up in it. Charlie was a little frustrated, but Mrs. G brought out cookies -- fish for us and chocolate chip for the humans and Charlie was so busy stuffing his cute little face, he forgot to be annoyed at us.

Charlie Joins the Group

Can you believe people are actually allergic to cats?  First Zan's mother and now Charlie's.  

I met Charlie at Larry Lewis' today when I was visiting Monty.  Charlie is  Larry Lewis's nephew and he moved to New York last month.  He plans to visit very often because he loves cats and he's crazy about Monty.  Since Larry Lewis works night and day it seems, Monty will have a human to play with.  

I wonder if Becky and Zan will like Charlie....OMG I hope they don't get into a fight over him like Mabel's friends Muffin and The Countess who are fighting over some guy named  Archibald.  But that's a whole other story.

TALLULAH'S TREATS!

FINALLY -- MY VERY OWN NAME ON THE LABEL!!!

All of my friends were so happy with Jenny's fish cookies that they couldn't stop eating them, so Mabel called Diana at Pets! Pets! Pets! and told her all about it. Diana was very excited and she asked us to come to her office to look at the designs for the packaging.

I love going to the Pets! Pets! Pets! office. They make such a big fuss over me. First they gave us the sales reports for Mabel's Table. Sales get bigger every month, and the #1 seller is Calves Liver Pate with Bacon Nuggets, of course.

There were three different packages to choose from and they all said Tallulah's Treats from Mabel's Table:

* A cellophane bag tied with a pink ribbon -- my color

* A square box

* A round canister

I chose the canister because when I knocked it over, the cookies made noises. Now every cat who has a smart enough human to buy Tallulah's Treats can knock over the canister and push it around to let the human know it's time for a fish cookie...or two.

Zan's Birthday Party

Zan loved my book so much, she got her mother to buy copies of it to give to all the girls whom she invited to her birthday party.  There were 17 all together, including Zan and Becky...and she asked me to make a personal appearance at the party to autograph the books.  I know the girls will tell all of their friends about me and soon I'll be famous in their school.  I love being famous.

Raiding the Cookie Jar

I batted Lillian's special pocket, and then I scratched around until I made a little hole and got out some catnip...Dee-lish!  After awhile I was so hungry I walked into the kitchen looking for a snack.  There was nothing out...bummer.

I remembered that Jenny kept some fish cookies in a special cookie jar just for moi.   I jumped up on the counter to get some, but the cover was on the jar and I knew Mabel would kill me if I knocked it off and broke it...double bummer.

Then my inner genius kicked in.  I pulled on the paper towels until I had a paper towel pillow on the counter next to the cookie jar.  I nudged the cover off the jar and it had a perfect landing. Getting a cookie out was easy because the jar was full up to the top.  Dee-lish!   

Now if I could only get Jenny to make Mrs. G's catnip cookies next time.

The Catnip Dolls

Mrs. G was so happy that we LOVED her catnip that she decided to have a catnip party for Rupert and Alice and Monty and me.  She made catnip tea and catnip cookies and she gave each of us a present to take home.  They were the most ingenious little people dolls and they had catnip sewed into their pockets.  

I'm calling my person  Lillian after the lady who lives across the hall from us.  She's a million years old and she thinks she's better than everyone just because she used to be famous for something. Whenever she sees me she sniffs as if she's allergic.  Allergic my eye --now I can bat her around all day long!

Zan Reads My Memoirs to Me

Zan came downstairs to see me today.  Her parents were at work, Becky had a dentist appointment and Zan was lonely so she called to see if she could come over and play with me.

We had just gotten a new box of my book, "Tallulah:  Memoirs of a Business Cat" and Zan read it out loud to me.  I just love hearing my memoirs -- I could listen to them every day.  When it was time for her to go home, she said she was going to get her mother to buy her a copy of my book, but Mabel said we would give her one for a present, and I autographed it with my paw print, of course.

Rolling in Catnip

Mrs. G cut some catnip for Rupert and me.  We sniffed it and pawed it and rolled around in it and then we chewed it up.  We felt terrific -- we  told jokes to each other and then went inside to raid the fridge.  It's very frustrating not to be able to open the fridge whenever we want.  But Rupert is sneaky...he had a hidden stash of fish cookies...Dee-lish!

I wish we could eat catnip every day.

Mrs G. Plants Catnip

Mrs. G invited me to come up to the penthouse where she was planting for the summer.  Her penthouse  garden is very beautiful.  She has trees and planters and a very comfortable chaise lounge and a table and chairs.  I wonder if she'll have a tea party for us.

Rupert and I were especially interested in the catnip she was planting.  It smelled dee-lish and we couldn't wait to get our paws on it.