Monday, March 23, 2009
Pop Art Cricket
I wake up with Momma every morning. We are both rather crabby at first. Then she has her coffee and I have my stinky goodness with crunchies.
It is still very cold and dark here in the mornings. After the Teenagergirl and the Daddyman leave Momma and I go back to bed for a bit. I lay on her legs and sigh, she sighs, and then we dose off for a while.
We are very worried about Miss Peach. We hope her surgery goes well so she can have her wedding with Mickey. A late spring wedding would be pretty.
Things are rather quiet here, except for Toeshee causing trouble sometimes. He broke another lamp and jumped on Cody's back and wouldn't let go until Momma squirted him with water.
Toeshee is FAT! He is! Momma feels bad because she made him that way. I just think he has poor will power and he is lazy. Maybe I will help him exercise... I could thwap him and then let him chase me. That could be fun!
Do you know that he is afraid of me? Yup! I am the only cat he won't pick on.
It's good to be queen!
We hope you have a happy week!