It's rained all week. After a long hot dry summer, all this rain has been confusing.
We've had thunderstorms too and Dad took me upstairs and held me by the window to watch the lightening.

Dad was really really lucky this week. He won Mega Millions! ($7)
And his new car came in just when he hit 14998 miles (15,000 miles was the limit--and then he'd get zapped for going over milage)
And he made it home JUST as the storm was hitting Friday night!

Mom's not been so lucky.
She's had to work late, go with Aunt Kathy to pick out fabric for Jon and Jim's quilts (that took FOUR HOURS!) and then she and Dad got into an argument when Dad experienced sticker shock on fabric prices.

"I didn't get a Saturday," mom grumbled to me as she fed us canned cat food this morning. "So there will be NO cat misbehaving today. I need my Sunday!!"

Dad and I watched Lord of the Rings yesterday afternoon while it was raining and we were waiting for Mom to get back from Aunt Kathy's.

I don't like Gollum . . . he's kind of creepy. Like a big white rat with a personality disorder.

I do like sitting on Dad's lap. Oh it is WONderful! I can sit and purr and fall asleep. When he starts to move like he means to get up from the couch, I just put my paw on his face and a bit of pressure. And he sits back down.

I don't even need to open my eyes.

Dad knows.

mom's nuts

My mom is crazy. She thinks she can do a marathon.

She told me that she's turning 50 in two years and that she wants to do something special to make a memory.

Biking across the USA is cool, but she doesn't like bugs in her teeth. I don't know why. Bugs are tasty. "Bikes go too fast . . . . but walking . . . I could walk 26 miles. The thing is, can I do it fast enough to qualify for entry in the Disney Marathon? . . . ."

Mom. You're crazy. Totally and completely crazy.

I don't CARE if it's at Disney. I don't CARE if characters come out and cheer you on . . . you are OLD and you're overweight and you should be paying more attention to ME ME ME ME ME!

. . . . they what? . . . they give you a medal if you finish the race?

Oh wow . . . .

Well . . .

Wow . . .

A medal . . .

I can see the appeal!

Dad bought some new shoes.
They came in the mail.

They're nice . . . but the box they came in is better. There are actually TWO boxes. One is just right for a pirate ship. The other one is a great Penguin tunnel. It's open on both sides and I can go in--hide and then go out. It's like you're a baby penguin and you're hiding on your daddy's feet and then pop! You're out and about! And then you're hiding again . . .

Penguins have a hard life, but Poppa's Penguin Feet game is the best!

It's a great box.

So now I can play South Pole Pirate. Penguin . . . penguin . . . PIRATE! Yar!

The dining room is my ocean.

The dining room table is an ice shelf.

It is the best game EVER!

Wheel Of Death

Mom and Dad said I can have a new toy . . . I think . . . I choose the WHEEL OF DEATH!

The only thing you have to fear is fear itself.

And bears.

And maybe bees.

And losing the can opener.

Yes, that's all you need to fear.

Oh--and getting locked out of the house--you can fear that too.

And rocking chairs--they squish my tail--I don't like those either.

But that's it. That's all there is to fear.

Well . . . maybe Zombies. I don't like zombies either.

But that's it.

This party stinks

I miss you JonJon.

I miss you Jim.

I miss you Dad . . . .

~~sigh~~

Nobody's home to read me the new Harry Potter book. I will NEVER find out who "he who can't be named" is . . . . .