I’m not babbling. I just want my fried chicken if it’s Fried Day!!! I also want to make sure my friend Waffles gets some fried chicken, too!
Goofball! It’s not Fried Day. It’s Friday!
But Mom said she was really fried when she came home from work. She said she was super happy that it was time for the weekend and I’m pretty sure she said it was Fried Day. I still want some fried chicken….or fried catnip…..or fried tuna…..or……..
We get it. You want food!!!
Fried Food, please ‘cuz it’s Fried Day!
You don’t ever get Fried Food. You don’t even know what it is.
Mom’s going to talk about all your strangeness again.
I’m not strangeness.
You’re strangeness catified.
Well, Mom was looking through her elebenty billion photos and was amazed at how much alike you and Shakespeare are. She’s mentioned it before, but I must admit it is a little spooky. I’m just glad I’ve always got my tuxedo on so I can’t be confused with you two ginger guys.
Steinbeck on top of the computer desk.
Shakespeare on top of the computer desk.
Shakespeare in the big carrier the vet gave him.
Steinbeck in the same carrier on his first night at home.
Shakespeare asking for food.
Steinbeck asking for food.
Shakespeare getting weighed, making sure his tail is completely in the box.
Steinbeck getting weighed, making sure his tail is completely out of the box.
Life with gingers is so much fun, even if Hemingway gets a little tired of it.
MOM!!! Don’t tell me you forgot! What were you thinking? You went out after work and didn’t get home until late. You didn’t even schedule play time with me. Don’t you realize that I became almost a year old yesterday? I’m eleven months and one day old now.
Steinbeck, dear precious kitty. I did not forget. However, I went to visit a couple of your blogging buddies and their humans. I hadn’t seen them for a long time and I knew you would understand.
Did Waffles remember me and did he wish me a happy almost one year old birthday?
Waffles, my human very seldom listens to me. If you get several of them together in one room, it’s a hopeless mess.
Steinbeck, be good. Here’s a picture of Waffles, his human Debby, and me. We’re not sure what Waffles was trying to tell us, but he didn’t really want his picture taken.
Where’s Katie? And what are all the lights behind you?
Oh, I got to see Katie but I didn’t get a picture of her. She was busy being queen of the place so she didn’t want to socialize with us peasants. But she did come out to show us all how pretty she is.
Does she want a younger boyfriend? I’m almost one now. I should be able to start dating. Don’t you agree, Waffles?
I think she’s pretty busy, but Waffles could ask her. Remember she doesn’t live close to you now. Oh, the lights are so pretty from where Waffles and Katie live. Here’s a shot Gloman helped me take of all the city lights.
Mom, I’m kind of tired now so you can turn off the puter. Thanks for not forgetting my eleventh month day. I’m glad you got to see your human friends and our furry friends.