My Anniversary

Parents are so silly! My Mommy has a baby picture of me posted on her blog today! Yeesh!

I guess it’s a pretty big day. It’s my Anniversary! It’s 5 weeks after my birthday, the day I came home! Mommy and Daddy were asleep at the exact time, though. They kept telling me that at 1:30 in the morning it was three years. I remember that it was a Saturday though and no one had to work in the morning. Okay. I didn’t remember that. I looked at that link in Mommy’s blog.

I’m glad I lived in Michigan first. Daddy’s basement was flooded! Where would my litter box go? It’s not flooded now. I guess they had to wait until the kitty-bathroom was dry before I could live in Ohio.

Sometimes I forget about the truck-stop. It’s not that I don’t want to remember where I come from! It’s just that I don’t want to remember not having Mommy and Daddy. I don’t want to remember not having Steenkey treats either! I don’t want to remember being cold and I DON’T want to remember fleas!

So, I’ll just think about the last three years. I haven’t been hungry. I haven't been cold. I haven’t been lonely. I’ve been happy and loved! Life as a house cat is still VERY good!

My Brother the Baseball Player?

See? He won't even face the camera!

Hi there loyal readers!

Can you believe my cousins turned 14 yesterday?? Boy are they OLD! They are teenagers again like I was last year. Now I’m a full mature adult. It’ll be neat next year. We'll all be adults and can do adult stuff when they visit. Happy birthday Emm and Tee!!

But now for some more serious stuff! Baggle has decided to play baseball. They have open camps for the Mud Hens in the spring and he wants to try out. Oh he didn’t say so, but I know. Personally, I think it’s because he heard about Muddy. Muddy is a GIANT bird! I think Baggle just want to hunt him down and eat him. Baggle eats everything. But he going about this being a baseball player the wrong way.

Baggle was having some trouble and he had a spot on his back that was losing hair. He went to the vet. They left me home alone, but I’m a full adult cat now, I wasn’t scared or anything. But when Baggle came home he smelled funny. He said he got a jection in him. Now I read on the internet. I know what jections in you are for! And that’s what he smelled like too. Bad juice! Daddy says juicers are bad, they are cheaters. The bad juice makes you hit things hard, like that home run guy or the one in New York. They are bad cheaters! And now Baggle is going to cheat too. And for what? So he can hit Muddy hard enough to eat him and probably get too full and get sick.

I don’t want my brother to get sick, or play baseball or have bad juice jected in him! It all makes stealing my treats seem so silly a thing to get upset about! We need to tell the doctor not to shoot Baggle with steroids anymore. Say No to juice! I gotta go help my brother change his mind!