Tails up, Storm Troopers! I’m Storm, you’re awesome, and this is Typing With Wet Paws. Today is the last day of March, and tomorrow is April. Mama Anna is excited to get down to a bunch of things that will be new in April, and I am here to help her with all of them. Especially the ones that come in boxes. Mmm, boxes.

I am excited today because EVERYBODY who lives with me is home today. I get to spend the biggest chunk of the day with Papa, while Mama Anna and Aunt Linda go hunting. They bring home some great stuff, but it doesn’t smell like me. Fortunately, I smell like me, and I can fix that right away.

If you look closely at the picture above, you will see a black notebook. I am sitting on it. By the time you read this, Mama Anna will have it filled and will be starting a brand new one tomorrow. If that one comes in plastic wrap, it won’t smell like me right off the bat, so I’ll have to take care of that. If the cover is leathery, then I cna do the pricky pricky on it with my claws and then there will be no doubt that it’s Mama Anna’s book. That approach worked very well for me when it came to her pink leather office chair. Also um, other things with extremely inviting textures.

This week, we got some packages in the mail. They did come in boxes, which I of course love and have to investigate. One of them was smelly stuff for Mama Anna. I don’t get humans and smelly stuff. I already scent her with my headbonks. . Anyway, it’s a really small smelly stuff that she can carry in her makeup bag, but it came in a box big enough for me to sit inside, packed with big sheets of crinkly paper. Hmm. Boxes and crinkly paper; why do I even care what is inside them for the humans?

Windows are not open here yet, even though I keep looking at Aunt Linda’s window with a look that tells her very clearly what I would like. She says it is “cold.” I say I have a built-in fur coat. I will be fine. She says the people don’t. Sigh. Anyway, I know spring is coming and I am helping Mama Anna get ready for it. This spring should bring a lot of writing. That means both the journal kind ant the fiction kind. All I know is that it’s going to involve notebooks and I can sit on those all day. More than that, I do. Keeps Mama Anna on her toes. Sometimes because I won’t give up her desk chair. A girl’s got to nap somewhere, am I right?

Where’s your favorite nap spot?