Life is Good

Y'all, life is good. It basically revolves around eating, sleeping, checking out the windows for wildlife, and eating. No that's not a mistake--I meant to say eating twice. I just love to eat. My people are threatening to take me to Petsmart just so they can weigh me. I'm not sure either one of them can carry me in my crate. I'm getting as big as a panther -- g-r-r-r-r-r.

That will suit me. Better not no one mess with me then. And that gray and white next door had better not hiss at me anymore. Actually, I'm a lover, so I would probably lick anything to death that attacked me. My favorite time of the day is when I wake up and lie there until my people come stroke my neck and under my chin. Then I purr like a motorboat. I might even lick their noses if they lean in close enough.

Oops, did I say that's my favorite time of the day. I didn't mean it. My really, really favorite time is feeding time. Purr-r-r-r.

We're leaving here in a couple of weeks, and my attitude might change a little when we hit the road again. If I could, I would prevent that from happening. I like the routine better when we're not traveling, but my people promise this will only be a one-day trip, or maybe two. That had better be true. We'll see, growl-l-l-l.