Here's my handsome profile. Mom had been playing with my nip syringe and I put my paw with all my claws out on it to show her who it really belongs to. I was looking right at her. I stayed that way until she pointed the camera at me, then I moved to this position. Mom thinks the was I was before made a cuter picture. Cute? I am a big, fierce mancat. I don't do cute. Mom tried to play with me today, but I wouldn't do it. I am still mad at her for planning to go away. She even tried to feed me rib roast, but all I did was take it in my mouth and chew it up and spit it out again.
Karen Jo: I think maybe you like the meat juice more than the meat itself. You lapped up the juice from the cutting board that I gave you. Note to the squeamish: I didn't let Herman lick the cutting board. I poured the juice off into one of his dishes.
That was good stuff, that meat juice. You are giving me those nasty pills again.
Karen Jo: Yes, I am. You have to take them for a week at the beginning of every month. They help keep you healthy. I planned my trip for the week after, thinking that you will be at your healthiest while I am gone. It isn't all bad, Herman. I took off two weeks from work. I will be gone for seven days, but I will be home with you for seven days, too. The days that I am home will be some before and some after I am gone.
Well, that's something at least. Do I know this person who is going to come and feed me?
Karen Jo: You have seen her before. You didn't come up to her and introduce yourself, but you seldom do that with anyone.
You are my person and that's enough people for me.