Mommy has noticed that I am a little more mellow than normal. She also noticed that I feel a little lighter when she picks me up to cuddle. So I guess Karma has come to bite me in the 'tocks and I've got to go and see Dr. Joe. At least that isn't until next weekend. I think I am just fine, I'm 11 and a half, it's time that I relax more and spat less. I show no other troubling symptoms, I still play and scratch the big scratching tree with gusto, but Mommy wants to make certain there isn't something wrong that I'm not telling her about. 'Rents - they worry too much!
Our fireplace is waiting for a new part, so Puff is pining away for it. Our computer is still one breath away from going to the great computer heaven in the sky, and our computer guy still says "wait for this great sale that's coming"! So we can still only post and comment a little bit...
AND as you can see by the photo, Parker is trying to hog in on my time. Some things never change!
