That doesn’t look like a real smile. It looks like you’re forcing it. In fact, you look kind of silly. MOL!!!
Man…….you just won’t leave me alone, will you? I think I’ll talk to our readers instead. Guess what I heard Mom say. She said she was going to have to shrink me.
Does this grass make me look too big?
I can still fit between the doors so I don’t need anyone shrinking me.
Oh Steinbeck, you still have so much to learn. Mom isn’t trying to shrink you. She said she was going to take you to a shrink if you didn’t stop being Mr. Cranky Pants. A shrink is a doctor who can figure out what’s going on in your little cat brain.
Nobody’s touching my cat brain! I’ll stop being Mr. Cranky Pants if everyone stops picking on me. And Mom……………you’re still not going to shrink me.
So, I’m sitting out here trying to figure out what Mom’s problem is! By the way, don’t I look angelic and adorable? Anyway, Mom told me she’s tired of my jungle jeans. Mom! I don’t wear jeans!! Have you ever seen me in any kind of jeans?? And what are jungle jeans? I have never seen them.
All of this is because the other night Mom was in the house and Hemingway and I were out in the back yard patrolling, watching and looking for our doggie friend neighbors. Suddenly I saw something that I knew I had to chase. I ran and ran and then went into the house to show Mom my trophy. Mom was not impressed.
What did I have? I had a bunny in my mouth. It wasn’t a baby bunny. Mom figures it was like a preteen bunny, whatever that means. I was so proud of my catch but Mom took it away from me and I never saw the bunny again.
Readers, I had heard on the news around here that our area is being overrun with bunnies. I was just trying to help. I didn’t know Mom would be sad. I thought she would be proud of me. She sat me down and had a long talk about not killing bunnies and birds and squirrels and things. Then she hugged me and mumbled something about jungle jeans.
If I ever find those jungle jeans that Mom says I have, I’m going to throw them out!!!
I wish Mom would stop with the flashy box when I’m just lying around thinking. What am I thinking? Well, I’m thinking that Hemingway should clean up the black fur he leaves around the house so I don’t have to lie on it and try to cover it up. If Mom sees it, she gets that noisy machine out!
I’m wishing Mom wouldn’t take pictures of me when I’m taking a bath. If you look closely, you can see what I really think of the whole situation……..including what Shakespeare said about me leaving my fur all over the house!
Mom………..people are going to start thinking that this is all we do!
Actually, we do a lot of this. We play for a bit and then we get distracted by birds!
Don’t forget that we do a lot of this.
Shakespeare, nobody can forget that you do lots of eating!
And we also do lots of waiting for Mom to pick the catnip and bring it in for us!
We just wanted to let you readers know that in spite of Mom not turning on the computer for us, we are doing fine. Mom says she is too tired when she gets home from that work thing so she doesn’t let us play on the computer.
Maybe we should get Mom away from that work thing!
Then how could she afford treats, food and toys for us?
This is what Mom and I saw when we went looking for Hemingway:
Mom says Hemingway needs hiding lessons!
I do not!!! I left my tail out on purpose ‘cuz it’s so beautiful.
Whatever. Mom says she wants to share a picture she took of the moon the other night with our readers. Is it okay if she posts it on our blog?
I don’t care. Leave me alone. I’m trying to take a nap.
By the way, we were both asleep when she took that picture. We don’t understand why she wanted to go out in the cold and dark just to use that flashy box. She always tells us that we can’t go out in the cold and dark.