I SCREAM for that ice cream

Mom said they went through 8 tubs of ice cream at the Concerts last night and sold out by 8:30!

She didn't bring home ANY tubs for me, though. I'm so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I could have licked them clean and used them for forts!

mom doesn't love me.

So much has happened since I last wrote.

That night--on their anniversary--Mom got a phone call from Aunt Lisa, who said Gma wasn't doing well. That she was still in a lot of pain and was being very needy. I offered to go sit on her lap, but mom said no. She WON'T let me have the car keys! Even when I'm being generous and THOUGHTful!

So Dad took a day off work to go check on his mom. She wasn't in the Condo! He had to call around to the hospitals . . . again . . . to try and find her. And he did. She was a Sparrow. She was very dramatic--in lots of pain and couldn't eat and she was SURE she has Cancer.

Well . . . a CAT scan (cat's KNOW best, you know) and an MRI and a Bone Scan, and an Ultrasound . . . she doesn't have cancer. She has arthritis in her back and that probably hurts. . . . but it isn't cancer.

So Mom and Dad didn't get their dinner out for their anniversary.

OH! and while Dad was trying to track his mom down, my mom was busy setting up the first Concert in the Park. it was GREAT weather and there were over 3,000 people!

Tonight is the next concert and mom is dragging a big--yesterday was the Chamber's Golf Classic and they wore mom out! She held me last night and whispered in my ear, "Dougal, just so you know . . . Golfers CHEAT!" Then she sighed and dozed off.

Tomorrow, is the weekend and Mom has Monday off as a comp day for all her hours this week. She said we're going to sit in the hot tub, make tuna fish sandwiches and play Yahtzee. (I am VERY good with dice games).

I'm glad Gma is back home and it isn't Cancer. I'm a little . . . confused about how you can mistake arthritis for dying . . . .

Oh well . . . I'm just a cat. Cat's can't know EVERYthing about humans. They're so secretive! (And silly)

Pachebel's Canon

Today is Mom and Dad's anniversary. They've been married 27 years, and it's the 28th anniversary of their first date. Yep, they got married 1 year to the day of their first date.

27 years is a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time. I think that's even older than Tiger and he's really really old.

Astounding new places

Tuesday is about Socrates Club. That's this club that Chester runs to educate us, keep us thoughtful and sharp.

At first I thought it was boring. Chester liked to talk a lot. Tiger would bounce back with "And what do you think about that?" whenever I'd ask a question.

It was a lot of questions . . . that's the part that bugged me at first.

Then there was the homework. We were supposed to take the whole afternoon to meditate and THINK about the day's homework.

Boy oh boy--it was so hard to meditate and not fall asleep. Seriously, one minute you'd be meditating and having this clear mind, channeling creativity and wisdom and POW the next thing you know you're waking up from a great deep sleep with sunbeam warmth still wrapped around you.

Lately I've started to like Socrates Club more.

We were talking about dreams and how all your dreams are already coming true.

Somewhere--somehow--they are already coming true. Blossoming in a little way, somewhere, in your heart or in mine . . . . they are coming true. If we nurture our dreams and live our dreams in our imagination and in our soul--they grow and others will see our dreams coming true too.

I dreamed of a penguin friend, and I got one!

I dreamed of a pony and . . . . well . . . . I have one . . . but he's really really short. There's no way I could ride him around the neighborhood. He's so short, he could ride on me!

Monday monday

Monday morning



Well now . . . yep . . . it's Monday.



Yep yep yep



MON . . . day.



That's what it is. MonDAY . . .



yeparoonie. . . .



The best thing about a Monday is . . .



Well the trash gets picked up on Mondays.



That's a good thing.

Happy Father's Day

I love you Dad.

I love sitting with you in the hammock. I love being with you all the time. I love love love love love you.

By the way . . . thanks for the pony.
And the penguin.

I love you Dad!

Today is Jon Jon's birthday.



I know what mom put in the packages!



He's getting a penguin AND a pony!!!



Lucky Jon.



Hope he likes that Sardine birthday cake!

Happy Birthday Jon!

Today is Jon Jon's birthday.

I know what mom put in the packages!

He's getting a penguin AND a pony!!!

Lucky Jon.

Hope he likes that Sardine birthday cake!

Going to the Zoo Zoo Zoo

How about You You You

Sardine negotiations

I don't like this schedule.

Mom and Dad have been working WAY too hard. Nobody is ever home. Last night Mom didn't get home until 9:00 and Dad didn't get home until nearly 10:00!

Now I know that you have to work to get Sardines, but this is too much!

Mom . . . Dad . . . I am willing to give up 1 tin of sardines a week . . . a month . . . if you would spend more time watching TV and letting me sit on your lap. Puhlllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezze!!!!

Jim's Ithaca Adventure

Mom and dad drove Jim to Ithaca and it was the long way around the lakes because Jim's passport didn't come in time.
They called last night and said that Jim's apartment sublet wasn't going to work. Mom said it was like Animal house. they were throwing furniture out the windows. There were beer bottles all over the apartment (there were 2 other roommates) and . . . something that looked like burned cat nip in a dish in the kitchen.
Jim said . . . "this isn't going to work"
Mom said . . . "Let's go . . . now."
Dad said . . . "very proud of Jim, that's a very good decision."

so they spent all day today finding another place. He has to stay in a hotel for 3 more nights but he'll be in his new place later this week . . . .