Helping

Grandmommy told me to help find Murphi so she could get her shot.........So, me, being the big boy that I am ~ and the great helper....I went to the other room and found the kitty. I picked up the kitty, but apparently, it was not Murphi it was Scooter - the "mean" kitty who bit grandmommy once. Mommy doesn't like me to play with her. So, I had a big smile on my face as I proudly walked into the room with the kitty and her face looked scared. I wasn't really sure why. But then I figured it all out - I had the wrong kitty! Oh, well. Grandmommy got the right kitty the shot she needed and I was still proud of myself for picking up the kitty! It's the first time I've gotten to pick one up! It was fun. She was soft.