They call me the Puffy-Lion Dog and to just look at me I think you would understand why. Please though, do not be afraid! I am rather quiet and aloof however I promise to protect you and yours. And don’t worry about the cold weather. I am rather fond of it and like to play outdoors with friends. Won’t you please be my friend?

Achiever Beaver is not likely to tell you much about himself because he never has time to spare. When he is not running about with blueprints and schematics under his arm, he is gathering building materials or surveying new projects. In addition to being a master engineer and an extraordinary architect, he is also a visionary who sees potential for transformation in every landscape. Why settle for rushing water when you can have a scenic pond suitable for beaver lodges and feeding beds?

Even though he has the kindest of hearts, Achiever Beaver’s dental issues sometimes get him into trouble with other animals. His front incisors never stop growing, so he has to constantly gnaw on wood to prevent his teeth from getting too long. Truth be told, on rare occasions, he has chewed through trees that other creatures were using.

Mr. and Mrs. Robin were not impressed when they birch tree they were building a nest in came crashing down to the ground. The squirrels won’t even talk about how many winter food caches they have lost. Achiever Beaver always apologizes profusely and offers to build something for the dispossessed animals as compensation for their losses, but he is not likely to win a forest popularity contest any time soon. Oops! Did the old owl live inside that tree? So sooorrrry!

Who can resist a face like this? Looking up at you with sweet lil puppy dog eyes in standard bulldog stance. You just have to give in. Feed me it says. Treat me! Maybe some scones or jelly babies?

Nope! Not telling you. My lips are sealed. I did nothing. Or if something did happen maybe blame it on the cat. You cannot trick me into saying anything. Only I know the truth. You know you wanna trust this sweet innocent face. Really, nothing to see back there. Nothing at all…

Flying is a romantic adventure with the magical, irresistible appeal of an open cockpit! Those addicted to adrenaline who dream of flying on their own are going to be extremely happy to have their own little aeroplane. It represents independence, giving you the freedom to go wherever you want, whenever you want. And, of course, you're not limited to just the road...

Tip-ta-tap. Tip-ta-tap. What’s that sound? Let’s crawl through these bushes and have a look. It’s the elusive Scottish Wildcat, and he’s. . . . dancing? He has adapted Scottish reels and jigs to a four-footed pattern. Look at his paws move. What mastery of the steps he has. Feet flying, flicking fast, fleet and fine. How does he have bagpipe music in this remote highland forest? Good heavens, he has a solar-powered radio. How clever! Now he is doing acrobatic flips in the air, still keeping perfect time to the music. When he lands on his feet, he doesn’t miss a beat. Maybe if we ask him, the Scottish Wildcat will tell us what fills him with such exuberant joy that he can’t stop dancing.

The Kingfisher Ice Bird in Profile proudly poses for all of the other pets, showing off his beautiful plumage and powerful beak. As the kingfisher needs to consume up to 60% of his body weight every day, he nests close to the natural habitats of small marine creatures and insects. So you will find him in a tree branch beside a slow flowing stream in the summer months, and in more temperate coastal regions in winter.

I know my beautiful purple color is the favorite color of many pets, but I so wish you could smell the lilac blooms I am named for. The smell is even more lovely than my color. It feels like a daydream when I breathe in the heavenly fragrance of lilacs as I gallop through the meadow, my luxurious green mane and tail flowing in the breeze. Won't you join me in my reverie? Perhaps we will have a picnic lunch by a gently babbling brook, or maybe even take a relaxing stroll through the verdant countryside and be mesmerized by the birds' songs in the branches. It's your daydream; you create it, and please invite me to come along with you! I do love a good daydream!

Quack, Quack, did you say qwackers? I like qwackers, qwestions, and qwizzes, but I don’t like qwandries. I also like water a lot. Nothing makes me happier than when I can splash around in a pond, a river, or even a bath if a pond is not available. Sunny days, lazy days spent floating around. Rain does not bother me unless it is that nasty cold sort of rain, it makes me shiver, and I have to ruffle up my feathers to keep warm. Winter is not my favourite time of year—I just want to curl up in a nest and sleep until spring comes again.

This love bug is so cute you will want to give it a little bop on the nose. Ah! Love bugs don’t have a nose. Well then, you can gently pet its little head.

Bringing you a message of love---so much better than being shot with a love arrow. This little love bug has hearts on its body and not stars but hearts in its eyes and little hearts on the end of its antennae. An irresistibly cute little chap.

I know who this is. This is a bear all dressed up in a bunny costume. It seems that this bear really wanted to join in the fun of hiding eggs for Easter. I think that any pet who would like to should be able to participate in that particular fun. After all, the more hidden eggs, the more fun and eggs for the seekers.

Look how cute the bear is, a fluffy bunny costume with room for the bear’s ears to stick out so they can hear what is going on, and it even comes with a basket.

If you catch a flash of long ears on Easter, you will not be sure if it is this little bear or the Easter bunny. What fun!

Wild? Yeah, that's right, I'm wild. But what was that delicious meat we were all eating? I mean the sides were ok, but the point of the sides is to bring out the best in the high spot of the meal. You don't wanna tell me? Boy, I'm bloated now. What did I eat so much of?

You say WHAT!!!!!! Now I'm REALLY wild!

Jack Puppy Red Knit Stripe Sweater Can you even believe somepet suggested I enter the ugly Christmas sweater contest? This is more than that, look at the little pine tree applique on here! Why all I need now is a few sparkly light up ornaments and I will be the envy of the town.

Dragons are widely known as fierce creatures with fearsome fire breath. Dragon Misfits, however, are frightening to some pets, and a laughing stock to others.

Typically found in tropical climates, Cyclone Dragon Misfits enjoy laying on rock cliffs, soaking in the bright sun. Yet one small cough and the day of vacationing pets may be ruined, as a fierce cyclone storm forms over the horizon, threatening to take over the sunny sky.

Sh! Please don’t tell anyone that you have seen me. I stay hidden in the shadows, concealed in the underbrush of the forest. My feathers, in dappled shades of brown, offer camouflage amongst fallen autumn leaves – a boon to be sure. For some strange reason that still bewilders me, those strange two-legged things always try to hunt me in the fall. The life of a fugitive is not easy. Always on the run, ever vigilant for danger, never settling into a comfortable home of my own. The upside of my clandestine life is that I have formed alliances with burrowing animals, who are also no friends of the two-legs. I dwell in badger setts, rabbit warrens, and mole tunnels. Aren’t birds supposed to live in the sky?

Quaaaaack! I'm a happy little fluffy duckling who loves to splash around and swim anywhere there's water. Show me a river, a lake, a pond or even a big puddle, and I'm at home right away!

Once there was a little bunny who loved to wear a red cape given to her by her dearest grandmother. She liked to skip along a stony path, carrying treats, on her way to grandma’s house. Scratch that -

Once there was a little bunny, who looked as sweet as cotton candy until she got real mad. And, she was -really- mad. She had a foe to tame and it was clear to her, she had to pull off the greatest trick ever sold. She worked all day and into the night, getting that wolf costume … just right. Beneath that sweet fuzzy gray and white exterior, she waited with a razor sharp grin and a malevolent eye to do her bidding.

There he was, just where he always sat, that evil, vile, terrible …. Wolf! She crept up to him with a whimper and he was welcoming.

“Are you tired, lost? What can I do to help, I’ll give you all I can.”

With a rumbling purr she replied, “Why yes. You see, my grandmother was taken and I am all alone and hungry. So hungry. I am hungry for you!” And, she leapt...

Whoa - stay back! Despite my fluffy pink locks, I am NOT a tasty treat! (I promise!) My heritage is very bizarre, or so I'm told. Supposedly my great-grandmother gave birth under a secluded cotton candy bush, and wrapped the little lamb in cotton candy to keep warm. But then she couldn't get the cotton candy off! She washed and cleaned and ate, but there was always cotton candy left. Then she learns from Frank the reason that bush is separate from the rest - the cotton candy was too clingy to be around pets.

Well, years passed and no matter what was tried, the cotton candy stuck. Then my grandfather's little lambs came out with cotton candy already on them! And now here I am, third generation in of cotton candy sheep. Believe me, learning to walk when you don't really have knees is straining, but I managed! I found out my parents are expecting another little lamb, wonder what colour it will be. Green? Blue? Maybe purple...

I’m a red squirrel, short and stout Here’s my bushy tail and here is my snout When I get a hunger up, then I shout Feed me a nut or I won’t hang about!

I’m a red squirrel that likes to store nuts All spring and summer, I piles them up Because I know in winter I’ll need to sup Especially when I’m carrying a squirrel pup!

I’m a red squirrel, short and stout Here’s my bushy tail and here is my snout When I get a hunger up, then I shout Feed me a nut or I won’t hang about!

I’m a red squirrel that likes to store nuts All spring and summer, I piles them up Because I know in winter I’ll need to sup Especially when I’m carrying a squirrel pup!

I am just a baby owl, clinging to a branch and surveying the surrounding land with my enormous eyes. What do I spy? A mouse, but I am too small to go play with a mouse. A butterfly dancing in the breeze, but I cannot fly well enough—with my baby wings—to play with a butterfly. A bird, soaring high, but I can barely fly up to this branch, so I cannot play and soar with a bird. Who can I play with? I see a worm inching toward me. Hello little worm, can you be my friend? You don’t soar or dance in the air or dash about on the ground, you are slow, and that is the perfect friend for me.

Didja see it? Didja? A spot on the horizon, it’s coming closer! Who could it be? Oh my, should I sound the alarm? Maybe it’s Joy with a delivery though. OH what to do? I stand here with my comrades keeping watch over the gang, and you know if I sound the alarm one more time by mistake cousin Beta will laugh until bugs come out her nose. I do take my sentry job very seriously, there are so many things to be careful of to keep my family safe! I think I’ll just give a warning bark and see when who’s coming to visit!

Will you play with me please? Porcupines are generally nocturnal, but are occasionally active in the day. We have quills. What is a quill you ask? It’s those spikey things on my back. I believe they can be rather sharp, but honestly they are only there for protection. Or is that decoration? Whatever they are on me for makes me look rather attractive don’t you think? Okay, so maybe not, but I will definitely let you have a few quills (if they are easily removed) and you can use them as skewers for your kebabs, hehe.

Will you play with me please? Porcupines are generally nocturnal, but are occasionally active in the day. We have quills. What is a quill you ask? It’s those spikey things on my back. I believe they can be rather sharp, but honestly they are only there for protection. Or is that decoration? Whatever they are on me for makes me look rather attractive don’t you think? Okay, so maybe not, but I will definitely let you have a few quills (if they are easily removed) and you can use them as skewers for your kebabs, hehe.

Will you play with me please? Porcupines are generally nocturnal, but are occasionally active in the day. We have quills. What is a quill you ask? It’s those spikey things on my back. I believe they can be rather sharp, but honestly they are only there for protection. Or is that decoration? Whatever they are on me for makes me look rather attractive don’t you think? Okay, so maybe not, but I will definitely let you have a few quills (if they are easily removed) and you can use them as skewers for your kebabs, hehe.

Buzz buzz Some bees lay eggs and hatch larvae, other bees hatch me! My wings are ready to go! Well...not quite ready yet. I still need time before my little wings can support me, and then I'll get to buzz buzz around to all sorts of flowers, collecting and sharing pollen. My large family tells me we have an important job to do, I hope I'm up to the legacy!

It’s nearly the end of the month. I’m gonna miss everybody. Yesterday there were massive swarms of bugs like me all over the place, but suddenly they’re much harder to find. How can I have a proper conversation with under a thousand bugs at once? Sensitive? SURE I’m sensitive! Do you think those curly little things on my head are there to look cute? Have you any IDEA how many other bugs I can IM at once with these? It’s so quiet now with just a hundred to listen to at once – fifty – twenty ---

I’m exhausted. I’ll just go and lie down with my legs in the air. Never tried it before. Has to be a first time for everything ---

Silently gliding through the darkness, you'll barely hear the whisper of my wings. I have an interesting destination to explore! Soaring around PnF, I like to visit, sit on your couch and munch popcorn and chips. I am the perfect companion to have long night conversations with, we can dish on the latest celebrity gossip, watch late night telly, or just enjoy the quiet of each other's company.

Decked in festive plumage, Party Fowl greets you at the door with a big hug, and a warm, welcoming, "Make yourself at home!"
With great music and so much to celebrate, Party Fowl just has to dance, dance, dance, so be sure to bring your dancing shoes!

Decked in festive plumage, Party Fowl greets you at the door with a big hug, and a warm, welcoming, "Make yourself at home!"
Like any good host, Party Fowl wants every guest to feel welcome, stopping to chat frequently, and coaxing each guest into the conversation. There are no "wallflowers" at Party Fowl's party!

Decked in festive plumage, Party Fowl greets you at the door with a big hug, and a warm, welcoming, "Make yourself at home!"
Brimming with hospitality, this bird really knows how to make every guest feel like the guest of honor, while still treating every pet like family.

Well young seeker, if it's advice you came to seek from the wise old owl, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for the young hipster of me. I'm fashionable, up to date on trends and out to party the night away. I won't disappoint you with long winded parables, I can sum up the best advice I have to offer in just three words "Love One Another". Take that advice to heart and I know you'll have a great day!

Silently gliding through the darkness, you'll barely hear the whisper of my wings. I have an interesting destination to explore! Soaring around PnF, I like to visit, sit on your couch and munch popcorn and chips. I am the perfect companion to have long night conversations with, we can dish on the latest celebrity gossip, watch late night telly, or just enjoy the quiet of each other's company.

Shhhhhhhhh! Did you hear that? PnF’ers might have to learn the song of my people to identify me. All of my relatives have a distinctive song, and once you figure out the techno beat of my melody, you’ll want to join my late night rave. So grab your glow lights, and throw on your boogie shoes, and let's hit the dance floor!

Ahem! Attention, please. Gather around, and I shall tell you a story. This is a story about me.

I am a goose, as you can plainly see,
and there are those that ascribe storytelling to me.
I can tell a story as sure as can you,
where this rumour started, I leave up to you.

How was that? Honk honk! Clearly, I am a goose that has better things to do all day than sit around telling stories, such as going for a walk and looking in the water for tasty plants to eat, and honking with my goose friends while we make plans to head south or not for the winter. I waddle when I walk, and if I am waddling—I am walking, so please don’t bother me to tell you a story if you see me waddle. On the other hand, the other day, I told a story that even had me bowled over, so while I am waddling, I could think of a story to tell you sometime in the future.

Am I not one of the most beautiful big cats you have ever laid your eyes on? Speaking of eyes, one look at my baby blues and I will have you under my spell and into your heart. Not only am I beautiful, but I am also the gentlest of the big cats. So cuddle right up beside me and let my deep rumbling purr soothe all your troubles away. We also have many other familiar big cat vocalizations, but I bet you didn't know that we can't roar! We love climbing over rough, mountainous terrain and are quite content living there. Our white fur and black spots are perfectly designed to help us hide amongst the rocks, so unless you are a Himalayan blue sheep, you most likely will never see us in the wild. Even though you may not see us, we still need your help. Our numbers are decreasing so please do what you can to help us survive.

Am I not one of the most beautiful big cats you have ever laid your eyes on? Speaking of eyes, one look at my baby blues and I will have you under my spell and into your heart. Not only am I beautiful, but I am also the gentlest of the big cats. So cuddle right up beside me and let my deep rumbling purr soothe all your troubles away. We also have many other familiar big cat vocalizations, but I bet you didn't know that we can't roar! We love climbing over rough, mountainous terrain and are quite content living there. Our white fur and black spots are perfectly designed to help us hide amongst the rocks, so unless you are a Himalayan blue sheep, you most likely will never see us in the wild. Even though you may not see us, we still need your help. Our numbers are decreasing so please do what you can to help us survive.

Am I not one of the most beautiful big cats you have ever laid your eyes on? Speaking of eyes, one look at my baby blues and I will have you under my spell and into your heart. Not only am I beautiful, but I am also the gentlest of the big cats. So cuddle right up beside me and let my deep rumbling purr soothe all your troubles away. We also have many other familiar big cat vocalizations, but I bet you didn't know that we can't roar! We love climbing over rough, mountainous terrain and are quite content living there. Our white fur and black spots are perfectly designed to help us hide amongst the rocks, so unless you are a Himalayan blue sheep, you most likely will never see us in the wild. Even though you may not see us, we still need your help. Our numbers are decreasing so please do what you can to help us survive.

Excuse me? Do you happen to be in the market for a ridiculously cute hamster? I’m especially itty-bitty and soft, and mama said my manners are impeccable. My favorite colors are any color that highlights my pink hands and feet, and my adorable face. I will only chew on approved toys and I definitely will not pop the lid on my hamster ball and run under the oven and scare you half to death by making you think you’ve baked me along with the Sunday roast. I will only squeak my wheel when I know you’re fast asleep, and I will nap when you are awake just to make sure I’m not a fuss. May I share that broccoli stalk? Oh, and a bit of that salted cracker. A peanut!? You have a peanut, too. I’m yours.

Ahem, hello, might you have any Grey Pou-pet-on? I do love a dab of spicy mustard on with my cheese. Not that it’s required. I love cheese, in general, on principle. I also love veggies, especially veggies ladled with hot, savory cheese. Nom, nom, nom, I could go on. Food is my favorite past-time. Well, other than the wheel, and that clear, tumbling ball I sometimes find myself trapped in. Oh, where was I? Yes, cheese. Well, ahem, do you?

I am a unique little reptile. My skin can change colors for many reasons; my emotions, the temperature, and the amount of light available, but it is a common misconception that it changes color based on my surroundings. The brighter my color, the more attractive I am (sorry, I'm cute and I know it... and you know it too!). My tail is great for wrapping around the branches of trees and bushes to steady myself as I wander throughout the rainforests and savannas I live in, but if you don't mind, I can also wrap it around your heart and be your forever friend.

What’s a rare beetle girl to do? Why, look for a good beetle guy to call her own, of course! You know the saying, "It’s raining men?" – Honey, after every spring rain, it’s raining young, buff, rainbow-suited beetle men and I’m on a mission to find me one! He doesn’t have to be perfect, he just has to have a suitable wild thyme leaf to call his own and be as ready for a whole brood of beetle babes as I am. Now, that’s not asking too much, is it?

Also available as a rare gift from the NPCs!

Thief? Wha'? Not me! I'm just a wittle kit, I couwdn't steawl anyfink. My witter mates abe wunning awound somewherwe, we neve' stray far fwom our cowzy t'wee home. 'Den' Mama calls it. She saids we gonna start swimmin' lessons soon. I can' wait ta swim! It sounds fun! But Mama saids not ta get too cawwied away, thewe's a wot of scawy monstas awound. She tells me not ta wowwy, she does. Says I'll just steawl theihr heawts away!

Now, I may look plump, but that’s not because I’ll eat, you know, anything. It’s my undercoat of thick fur, meaning I’m well insulated and all set for a night on the town, even in the coldest weather. I usually only go out after dark, and I’ll be found at the crème de la crème of social gatherings. I like the costume parties best, because I come with my very own mask. What do you mean, I look like a burglar? Now, I’m very handy with my front paws—my party trick is to juggle a trio of pine cones! And if you want that mocktail not agitated or mixed with a spoon but thrown, just pass me the shaker and stand clear. Dexterity is my middle name! Actually, it isn’t, it’s—well, that would be telling! You’ll have to decide for yourself. Oh, and don’t expect me to do the washing up, will you? I may have a bottlebrush tail but it’s purely ornamental.

Now, I may look plump, but that’s not because I’ll eat, you know, anything. It’s my undercoat of thick fur, meaning I’m well insulated and all set for a night on the town, even in the coldest weather. I usually only go out after dark, and I’ll be found at the crème de la crème of social gatherings. I like the costume parties best, because I come with my very own mask. What do you mean, I look like a burglar? Now, I’m very handy with my front paws—my party trick is to juggle a trio of pine cones! And if you want that mocktail not agitated or mixed with a spoon but thrown, just pass me the shaker and stand clear. Dexterity is my middle name! Actually, it isn’t, it’s—well, that would be telling! You’ll have to decide for yourself. Oh, and don’t expect me to do the washing up, will you? I may have a bottlebrush tail but it’s purely ornamental.

Now, I may look plump, but that’s not because I’ll eat, you know, anything. It’s my undercoat of thick fur, meaning I’m well insulated and all set for a night on the town, even in the coldest weather. I usually only go out after dark, and I’ll be found at the crème de la crème of social gatherings. I like the costume parties best, because I come with my very own mask. What do you mean, I look like a burglar? Now, I’m very handy with my front paws—my party trick is to juggle a trio of pine cones! And if you want that mocktail not agitated or mixed with a spoon but thrown, just pass me the shaker and stand clear. Dexterity is my middle name! Actually, it isn’t, it’s—well, that would be telling! You’ll have to decide for yourself. Oh, and don’t expect me to do the washing up, will you? I may have a bottlebrush tail but it’s purely ornamental.

You turn a corner and run straight into some pet. “Oof, sorry, I was going too fast and did not see you.”
You look up; it is none other than the mysterious black cat.
You jump back as she raises her sabre. She makes toward you. “There he is, quick, follow me. I see you found a sword.”

The mysterious black cat begins to run, and you run after her.
“Why are you doing this?” you huff as you try to keep up.
The mysterious black cat suddenly stops and looks at you with a gleam in her eye. “Did I not tell you? I want to invite him to lunch.”
“What! You are chasing this orange cat all over PnF land to invite him to lunch. I thought he had done some unspeakable crime.”
“Oh, no,” laughed the mysterious black cat. He is an outstanding orange cat, and I am quite fond of him, but I can never find him, and it is a long time since he and I compared notes and had a cozy chat.”

You wave off the mysterious black cat in the high red boots. “Go! I don’t want to follow you anymore. I hope you find the orange cat. All this for a lunch date.” You turn and walk away, shaking your head. The mystery is solved.

Hey you! Yes you! Just who do you think you are calling a kangaroo? Do I really look like a kangaroo to you? That is almost as bad as the last person who called me a rat! Sheesh! Don’t people know a cute quokka when they see one? I love to climb trees and munch on various shrubs. I’d like to see a kangaroo try that! While I may seem feisty I actually am quite kind and loving and would love to follow you home. I promise to be sweet and cuddly….mostly.

Squishes, squeezes, snuggles...Whatever you call it, there’s nothing like putting your arms around someone and giving them a great, big, warm and toasty hug. It makes both of you feel wonderful, loved, and cared for. And hugs can say so many things, from “I’ll miss you” to “I’m here for you” to “Thank you for being my dear friend”. Pretty amazing that one little gesture can say so much. So tell me, who’s your favourite person to hug?

I’m a red squirrel, short and stout Here’s my bushy tail and here is my snout When I get a hunger up, then I shout Feed me a nut or I won’t hang about!

I’m a red squirrel that likes to store nuts All spring and summer, I piles them up Because I know in winter I’ll need to sup Especially when I’m carrying a squirrel pup!

I was made to be one half of a pair. I’ve been searching for the one I love;have you seen my other half?

Being a male lovebird is not as easy as one would think. Finding that special female to steal my heart is just so hard. Yep, that’s right, we males have hearts too, and just want to find true love! I’m shy, so I think SHE might have to find ME!

I was made to be one half of a pair. I’ve been searching for the one I love;have you seen my other half?

Being a male lovebird is not as easy as one would think. Finding that special female to steal my heart is just so hard. Yep, that’s right, we males have hearts too, and just want to find true love! I’m shy, so I think SHE might have to find ME!

Calling all fashionistas! Spring has sprung and it is time to shed that winter gear. Pull out the amethyst high heels, spritz the locks and I am ready to strut my stuff. What should I do first? Hit up the boutiques? Chase the bunny for all the chocolate and jellybeans? Hmmmm… decisions, decisions. Maybe instead I will grab a few friends and seek out those stunning eggs I have heard so much about. I’m certain my good looks will bring many fine treats my way. Care to join me?

I am sure you are familiar with penguins. But I imagine you have never seen a penguin like me before.
I am a magnetic penguin. Oh! Be careful. The tools you hold might fly from your hand and end up stuck to me. I am one large magnet. This is not a problem for me usually, as nothing is made of metal where I live. It is only when I come to visit the village that I have to keep a distance from metal objects. It can be quite a chore to remove anything that becomes stuck to my body.

Well jeepers gosh jolly! I think I silly well fell over onto my rump I was oh so happy! I was plum bowled over by happiness and the love of everyone! Who knew?? I did not even know that such was even possible! And now I have this silly grin on my face I am just so happy and comfy and content. I do not even know what else to say! Awwww….I just love everyone and it shows in my face teehee.

Awwwww!!!! You love me! You really, really love me! That is so wonderful. I am just oh so very happy! I cannot stop smiling! Somebody loves me! And that just feels so great! Love is such a gratifying thing to experience. Thank you oh so much for loving me.

You know something? I think I feel a smile coming on! There is this thing called love I have heard of and it is supposed to be great and make you feel warm and bubbly and well I think I am starting to feel it and squeeee!!!! It is just so very sweet! I think I am going to stand here staring at you until you feel it too.