Open Windows.

Mmm, fresh air!

Oh Sure.

My mom got an air fryer a few weeks ago, mainly, she said, to cook fish*. In the 900 times she's used it, do you think she's shared the least little morsel?

*Not this fish.

NO.

Disappointment.

I do not like what's going on with Blogger. We can't update anything except posts, we can't tell if we're signed in to comment or not, we're required to sign in again and again, and on some blogs we can't comment at all but instead get trapped in an unending loop!

It's really taking the fun right out of stuff.

Birthday Boy.

I meant to post two weeks ago but I got busy with something¹. Same thing happened last week², if you can believe it! But today I made sure my day is clear — I am nine years old today!

And I'm going to celebrate, right after I check out what's going on outside.

1 I was entertained by the wasps who took up residence on the balcony. One even came in to play but my mom said he had to leave.
2 I was entertained by the return of our hummingbird friends. I wish one of them would come in to play.

Practicing.

I have to make sure I can get some breezes on my belleh now that spring has sprung and windows might be opened!

I'm Bored Now.

My bro sleeps all day under the couch or on "his" fishie. My mom is busy digitizing and sorting through seven million old photos.

I NEED SOMETHING TO DO.

Because Naps.

We napped so long yesterday that we slept through our normal day to post. Why, we almost slept through dinner! Can you imagine? Thank cod Mom got us up just in time, else I would have faded completely away!

Oh, and the fishie is my best friend now. He makes a good pal to snuggle with when I'm relaxing on the floor. We're looking at what Mother Nature left us last night.

My other best friend Mr. Sun did his job by the afternoon, though, and it's all gone now.

Again With The Time.

Of course I'm going to complain about the stoopy time change. It's disrupted everything. Two hundred and thirty-eight days of annoyance is what it amounts to. What exactly is the point of this, anyway?

We sure know no cat would have ever instituted such an idiotic ritual!

What Next.

I am hooked on my cat tree!

Yeah, I know it's lame but my mom was all SQUEE! about my tail. You know how they get.