Gymnast Fuddles

i’m a gymnast. well, in my dreams… i climb all over the furniture, stretching my tip-top shape body. my bulging muscles propel me over the standing lamp onto the couch. sometimes i somersault across the coffee table, landing perfectly upright on my tippytoes  on the rug. or i  slide down the stairs hand-rail, bounce off the wall and lightly touch down on the comfy chair.

i get so hungry dreaming up all that gymnastic stuff. so then i dream about dinner- tonight’s macaroni and cheese, with mustard powder and creamy cheese sauce!

meow!