I love you.

Ah a good old cat nap. Wowie . . . look at the temperature outside! :)

Sweets for the sweet

Well this explains a lot.
I have NEVER understood the fascination with chocoloate.
Mint, however . . . ~~Oh wooooooooooooooooooooow~~

http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/science/07/25/feline.sweet.gene.ap/index.html

Doing my Frank Sinatra impersonation. I do so love to sing!

Knock Knock . . . Who's THERE????

You can't see me.

Food Network

Why are there no shows about how to cook mice?

I am a cultured cat. I do NOT eat them raw.

Singing for your Supper

I have been singing all afternoon. Just singing. I went up on the stairs and was singing (nice echo in the hallway). I went into the TV room and sang--but nobody was watching TV so I went into the kitchen and sang . . . and GUESS WHAT!!!!!

Minced Mice in a tin for dinner!!!! Clearly people like my cat songs.

The best forts are friend too.

Yar matey! (pirates at the cottage)

When it's hot it's hot

It's 71 degrees outside. And 71 degrees inside. But the humidity outside is so high that the windows are all fogged up.

I am glad I am a inside cat.
I am glad I don't have to experience the great outdoors.
I can watch TV, listen to the radio and dance when I want to dance.

There's a lot to be said for just being a spoiled inside cat!

ADVENTURES in walking on the furniture (and bowls)

Man oh man . . what have we here?

What might this be?

So many bright colors!

M and M's in the bowl

Vacation

Going on vacation so I won't be posting anything for a few days. I'm going to learn how to scuba dive.

Napping with my NEW pony pillow. Isn't it fabulous?

Hey wassup? Somebody taking pictures?

I sing the song . . . . DOUGAL

A song for Robins

This morning I sing to the Robins.
I sing to my friends on the wing.
I tell them I admire them.
I tell them they're pretty.
They fly
They hop
They dig for worms
Robins are my friends!
HElllllllllllllllllllllo RO Bins!

Nesting is almost as good as being in a fort.

You CANNOT see me!

Fun in the Sun

I think that there isn't anything more perfect in the world than napping in the sunshine. If one side gets too hot, you just roll over a bit . . . and ~~heavy sigh~~ it just gets better and better.

I love being in the sunshine and just barely raising one eyelid to see what's going on. Usually it isn't anything important. It is a really hard to beat "lazing in the sun".

I think there should be movies about this. I will write a screen adaptation. It's time napping in the sun became a recognized art form.

Was that the doorbell? Is Dad home?

I can balance on a bowl!

A Poem for a rainy Day

Oh let the rainy day begin
Oh let the rainy rain
I'm inside and I don't care
I laugh at the chipmunks spashing

Time for nap
Time for food
Time for nap
and it rain rain rains

Rainy days are the best!

Not feeling very good today. Kind of sad and mopey. My tummy was upset and I left a present for mom on the carpet. I was up on Jon's bed for awhile. Just laying there and staring at the ceiling. Cried a little bit, but decided that I wasn't really in the mood for crying.

Chased Tiger this morning and he got me back this afternoon. He KNEW my tummy was upset and he chased me anyway.

After coughing up whatever that was . . . I'm feeling much better. Sitting on the chair watching Looney Tunes. I like Bugs Bunny. He looks like of friendly. I think he would make a good friend.

I could have sworn I had another ink cartidge up here.

Where have all the forts gone?

Very Sad Today

I am so sad today. Jonjon has been moving things around all week and suddenly . . . they're gone. All the forts. All the hiding places. Gone. He's gone too and I'm so sad. I miss him. His room is big and empty and lonely. It echoes when I go in there and sing. I went out on the balcony and sang there too.

My mom was busy vacuuming and dusting. She does that sometimes. She just gets in this mood and CLEANS things. It is SUCH a pain.

No one was paying attention to me. I wanted to be held. I wanted to watch Gran Turismo 4. I wanted to watch LiveAid8. . . . but no . . . clean clean clean. . . .

~~sigh~~

Jon . . . whereever you went . . . will you please write to me? Send me a picture . . . and don't let some other cat steal you away. You're mine. You can't belong to any other cats.

:( Very sad today

Another baby picture. This time with Jim.