We can laugh about it now. After all, grandma survived. Still, there was a time when she required emergency medical care because of an unfortunate accident. Involving me.
Nothing less than a real-life mystery. Despite scouring the Internet for this phenomenon, I have found no conclusive answer. It toys with me when I lie down in my sunbeam and try to enjoy its warmth. Just what is that disappearing, dancing light?
Humans have a weird sense of right and wrong. Thanks to my education, which consists mostly of reading Wikipedia pages in my spare time, I know they have spent millennia pondering such heady topics as ethics and morality. As a result, they have become secure enough in their position as philosophers that they can decide which feline behaviour is “naughty” and which is nice.
As best the shelter people could tell, this hurricane-displaced kitty was born on February 15, 2017. As such, today is my birthday! Happy birthday to me!
Some go on walks to ease their mind. Others are looking for fresh air. I just want to explore my yard.
Gram, not grams! I am not fat! As I understand it, I have what is called a “foopah” and it is nothing but a loose flap of skin. The nerve!
As there were too many precious toys to be relegated to a single post, it became necessary to write this second edition. This also allows me to really milk the topic for all it is worth. But I jest! On with the inventory.
Many toys have been offered by my humans. Some are just not made to last. I do not know what happens exactly.