No picture today because the camera batteries died when Mom was trying to upload the picture of my buffet. I am doing a good job of keeping Mom guessing about what I like to eat. She tried some of the Meow Mix singles on me and the first time I ate them right up. The next time I ate about half of them and let the rest dry up. Today I just licked up the gravy of the first half of the package and let the rest dry up. Mom gave me the second half just a little while ago and I let go with a kitty cuss word that she hadn't heard before. It's a good think that I have my crunchy food to fall back on. I also absolutely refuse to eat anything with cod liver oil on it, too.
Karen Jo: You are being unpredictable, all right. I won't buy any more Meow Mix for you. Better not let Max know that you are turning up your nose at stinky goodness with shrimp in it. I will find a way to get more fatty acids in you yet. I'm off to order some supplements for you.
Mom got me a new brush that gets more fur out. I don't like it as much as the old brush because it pulls just a little bit. At least she let me put the bitey on it after she finished.
Karen Jo: I have to keep you brushed to keep you from getting mats again. You are getting little mats on your forelegs and I hope that this brush will let me get them out without cutting them out. You won't let me really brush your legs, though.
I don't want my legs brushed. It feels weird. I made my new red ball with the jingle in it disappear yesterday. Mom can't find it anywhere.
Karen Jo: I have no idea what you did with it. I have looked under everything in the house and it's too big to be under the stove or fridge or dishwasher. At least I found five of your little plastic balls while I was looking.
I love watching Mom crawl around looking for my balls. It's fun. I like to watch her do her exercises, too. I tried jumping on her while she was doing them, but she moves around too much for me to stay.
Karen Jo: You may turn into a lap cat yet. You keep experimenting with getting up on top of me while I am in bed, too. Mostly it's just early in the morning to see if I will get up and get you breakfast, though. It's OK if you don't turn into a lap cat. I love the way you snuggle up to me to sleep at night.
I gave Da Bird a good workout today. Now I can't understand why I was ever afraid of it.