Just FYI, Pops is dictating this for me, since, you know, I have no thumbs to work the mouse, and whenever I use the touchscreen, I want to rub my rear end on it to see what happens and it makes Humom mad.
Anyway, Humom and I got our Petbox in the mail the other day. One of the things in there was Pet Grass. She carefully unpackaged it, planted it, watered it, and set it in the window sill. About five days later, we had grass! Pet grass!
She took the planter out of the sill and let Molly and me have a go at it. I tried to get it to play with me, but it would not move. I began to suspect we had a defective pot of pet grass.
Can it chase the red dot? No.
Can it clean its own fanny? Not even close.
Can it try to cover up the half-eaten plate of food? Nope.
Can it walk on Humom's head when she's trying to nap? Not a chance.
So... what kind of a pet is Pet Grass? No good kind of pet I can think of. At least Pet Rocks had googly eyes. Pet cats are awesome. Pet dogs smell bad, but are tolerable. Pet grass... I think I'll just have it as a snack.
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