So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish.

We decided: Time to put this thing to rest. Nothing wrong, no big deal — we're just cats planning to do other cat stuff now.

It's Our Gotcha Day.

The big eight!

Yep, time flies.

Happy Boy.

I'm feeling pretty light and energetic these days! Not only have I been able to jump up to the window to watch the newest dove nesters but I've been to the top of the cat trees to nap too. I had stopped doing all that eons ago because I'd had a few jumping misses that had made me very wary. Now though I'm all over the place, including checking out what might be in the kitchen sink or on the countertops.

Like last week? Even though I like my low-carb food arrangement, I did grab a loaf of French bread off the counter, tear open the bag and run off with the heel! Mom was quick to get it away from me and wanted to know if I thought I was trying out for the feline version of Les Misérables. She is so weird sometimes.

Calmness.

Now that the Twelve Days of the Fourth has finally ended, we can relax and just wait out the heat for the fall.

Mom says fall has already arrived at the Hobby Lobby but my going there wouldn't be worth suffering through the car ride.

Deliver Us From Fireworks.

We better get some peace and quiet tonight. Bozos from all over have been shooting off very loud, very dangerous and very illegal fireworks for the last five nights! Mom has tried to shield us with closed windows and fan noise and the TV, but last night was the absolute worst — it didn't stop until about 2:00 a.m.! Since we can only see them exploding in the air but not actually pinpoint where they're coming from, reporting these stoopy scofflaws is not really possible. ::Grrr::

All I know is that I do not want to spend another night squashed behind the bookcase.

Cat News.

• The baby birds my mom was talking to grew big enough to fly away so we have peace and quiet again. 
• My mom is rearranging the living room for the 58th time and our toy baskets are somewhere in space now.
  
• My bro is being monitored for his eating and has been switched to canned food. Can you believe this? He eats Elvis' weight in canned food every day and still wants to eat my crunchies.

• Oh, and we got some new artwork. Is it me, or do these two look familiar?

Longest Day Of The Year.

Which I'm pretty sure translates into a whole lot more treats!

It's in the Cat Rule Book. You can look it up.

Embarrassment.

My mom's at it again. There are two baby birds in a tree near one of our windows and I guess this is supposed to be a big deal. Mom says it's the third time someone's used that nest for eggs but only the first time the eggs didn't fly to the ground in one of our typical wind storms.

I really doubt this is cause for my mom to go to the open window and say "Hi dove!" and "How are your babies?" fifty times a day though.

Yet Another Disappointment.

My mom lured me out from my cool spot under the couch so she could take my picture.

I thought there'd be treats involved at least.