Perfect Parsley

Hi One & All, *Waves Paw*

I’m Parsley and you’re going to be really glad to know me! *Smiles Behind Paw* I’m a pastry chef and I bake special treats for everyone on Friday.  <*Whispers* We Call Friday “Parsley Pieday” Cause I Always Give Out Treats & We All Have Our Own Days On Our Site.  *Chortles Silently Behind Paw* Yip, We Have Our Own Website!!! *Grins*> I’m very happy to meet you too! *Holds Out Paw To Shake* We should be getting our site on-line again soon, *Crosses Paws* we had to take a break to help Mom cause she’s a Sickie, but  we still love her! *Smiles Lovingly At Mom*

Oh, we all have our own colors too – I’m brown, Cilantro’s Pink, <Cilantro Gets A Bit Carried Away When Pink Is Involved!!! *Chortles Gleefully*> Tarragon’s Blue, & Nutmeg’s Green. *Smile* That’s the easiest way to know which one of us is writing by our color. MOL Cila does the most of the talking, but we do get a few words in here and there!  *Chortles Uncontrollably*

Prior to Mom bringing me home to live with her,  I lived with 4 kittens, 7 cats, 3 dogs, 2 birds, a ferret, & a number of people. <It Wasn’t A Very Nice Place To Live. *Trembles*> Then Mom came and picked me up and brought me to my new forever home.  *Glowing* What a wonderful day that was and every one after only got better. *Humongous Smile*

On the way home Mom told me that I have an older brother to keep me company -  Nutmeg.  <*Nods Head* Yip, When Mom Got Me She Turned Us Into Theme Cats *Yells* Mom Isn’t Parsley Suppose To Be Green? *Listens* But I’m NOT Green *Looks At Fur* Nope, Not A Single Spot Of Green Fur On Me!!! *Shakes Head*> Hmm, maybe Mom’s colorblind and didn’t know I wasn’t green. *Yells* Mom what color is Cilantro? *Listens* How about Tarragon? *Listens* Alright, she knows their not green either so she can’t be colorblind, but she still named us after green herbs – I wonder what that’s all about??? *Dazed Look On Face* I’ll have to check with Nutmeg, he knows everything about Herbs & Spices so I’m pawsitive he’ll know the answer. *Nods Head*

Coming from a large family, I thought it was great when Mom said there was only going to be the three of us. *Purrs At Memory* I was so looking forward to receiving lots of cuddles and hugs – Mom loves giving us lots of cuddles, hugs, kisses, pats…*Giant Grin* When Mom brought me inside I was amazed *Eyes Popped Out* there were all kinds of toys to play with and there was even kibbles in the food bowl – that never happened where I was before! *Shocked Expression* When Mom placed me on the floor, the first thing I did was scratch my claws on this great big scratching post with all kinds of toys dangling from it. *Runs From One Toy To Another* Mom was so thrilled that I knew what it was she gave me special treats. <I Never Had A Special Treat Before. *Whispers* Now I Bake Special Treats For All Of Us & Created A Cookbook  With All Kinds Of  Treats You Can Bake For Your Kitty!!! *Sweet Smile* I Also Have Pastry Cookbooks For Humans – Everyone Loves My Angel Food Cake – It’s Like A Taste Of Heaven! *Smiles Behind Paw*> Nutmeg was somewhat shy when we first met, *Looks At Nutmeg* but it didn’t take him long to fall in love with me and after that wherever Nutmeg went so did I. *Curls Up With Nutmeg*

Mom would take us out for walks, play fetch, taught us tricks and she’d even bring us to the cat store so we could each pick out a new toy every month. <We’re Lucky We Picked  Mom As Our Slave, She Did Everything We Wanted Her Too!!! *Kisses Mom* Um, I’m Not Positive What Happened, But Somehow *Looks At Tarragon* We Became Mom’s Slaves!!!  *Shakes Head*> Nutmeg, Cilantro, and I agree that it’s Tarragon’s fault, but we’ve yet to figure out what he did! *Points Paw At Tarragon* What DID you do??? *Shakes Tarragon* We trained Mom to be our slave and now we’re her slaves!!! *Glares At Tarragon* What do you mean you don’t know? *Listens* You let Mom clicker train you??? Terror, Terror, Terror, didn’t you know you were suppose to clicker train her??? *Sighs*

I know you were just a kitten, but you should have known better – after all you are still a cat!!! *Listens* Oh, I forgot about that – we do call you a “Dat” so I guess we’re to blame as well. *Pats Terror* Okay, next time you see Mom with the clicker in her hand – steal it & hide it in your secret hidey-hole or we’ll be slaves forever!!! *Listens* I’ll tell  Nutmeg & Cilantro it’s not your fault, but I don’t think Cilantro is going to very happy. *Frowns* She keeps walking around repeating I’m a Princess NOT a slave, I’m a Princess NOT a slave…You may have to buy her a nice present to help her get over being a slave. *Nods Head* Good boy, now you’re thinking – she’ll definitely forgive you if you get her a new tiara especially a pink one! <BTW, You Aren’t Planning On Stealing It Are You? *Listens* Sorry Terror, But I Had To Ask *Hugs Tarragon* You Did Steal A Plane, Mom’s HumVee, Dad-To-Be’s Jeep, Cila’s Tank -What Haven’t You Stolen? *Listens* The Statue Of Liberty *Chortles* No, No, No, *Puts Paw Down* You Leave It Right Where It Is! *Pats Terror*>

Oh, I also have a girlfriend, her name’s Onyx, *Eyes Glaze Over* it was love at first sight for both of us. *Smiles Lovingly At Onyx* Her brother did try to steal me away from her *Stunned Expression* but that’s another story & I have to go now *Nods Head* Onyx & I are going cloud jumping, it’s a perfect night for it!!! *Swoons Down & Picks Up Onyx* Hold on tight Sweetheart I have a few new moves I want to share with you! *Kisses Onyx & Waves Paw Bye*