Swung by the pet supply place after morning walkies, in search of a bag of mountain lion chow and some canned goods.
Right by the register, where one couldn't possibly miss them, were catnip tribbles.
So, yeah. Bought one. I didn't even have a chance to unpack the bags at home before Huckleberry dove in and carried it off.
Alas, they don't coo. Top Hat doesn't make the tribble cooing sound anymore, either. Have to see if I can get her to do it again.
Filk reference in title.
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