Some of you may remember the first part of my Kiki Story.
Now you can see my “new” kiki. It’s the one my Monnie made me after I had to have half of my other kiki removed from my tummy by the v-e-t.
My mom person is very worried about my eating this kiki too, so I have my bad noise collar on. If I’m bad I get a beep (don’t worry it’s not a shock, just a noise). I’d really like to chew this one a little, but I’m pretty sure I’m being watched…
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My Kiki
A kiki is a security blanket. Don’t blame me for the dumb name. My oldest boy John, came up with it when he was a baby.
Anyway, when my mom person brought me home from my birth mom they sent a little kiki for me. I quickly grew out of it & my Monnie (that means grandma, again John & silly names, my grandpa is called Bucka). My Monnie makes wonderful quilts & she made me a new quilt. I love it so much I ate many, many bites out of it. My people were unhappy that I did this. They took me to the Vet & they did bad things to get all of the stuffing out of me. I did not enjoy it.
My mom person found the kiki my Monnie made me today. I was SO happy.
If you look you may see some holes I ate out of my kiki. My mom person says theres even more holes you can’t see in the picture. Whatever.
My mom let me snuggle up with my kiki. I promised to be on my best behavior. I’m almost 4. I have self control.
Bye bye, Kiki.