Dad's Home!

Dad's Home! Dad's Home!
He came home last night. Mom spent most of Saturday morning cleaing and she sat down to have a talk with us before she left for the airport.

"No furballs. No accidents. No cat fights with clumps of hair everywhere . . you got that?"

Tiger can't hear to well so I KNOW he didn't get it but Chester and I promised.

And we kept the promise.

There were furballs and cat fights this MORNING . . .but I still say we kept our promise.

Mom says I need to stop eating the plastic garbage bags.

I don't know why I do it. It is a bad habit. They don't even taste that good. And they certainly don't sit well on my tummy . . . but I just can't stop.

It's a very bad habit.

Sorry mom.

Love you mom.