So here's the deal:
Daddy actually came home from his long trip,
but now he's on some really weird schedule.
When he got back, he took me shopping at the nip store,
so I got to pick out a new toy.
I chose a kicker toy.
If you don't know what that is, it's designed
for kitties to grab hold of and kick the living daylights out of it.
I was quite happy with my selection.
Other than that, my August has been fairly boring.
I give you Exhibit A:
I've tried taking my boredom out on Felix.
That got me nowhere.
So, I spent some time sitting on a rock.
I also spent some time tasting the various plants by my house.
Mom's checked all of them to see if they're safe for kitties.
Mom tried to entertain me.
She often accused me of what she calls 'lazy play' or 'fake play'.
This is 'lazy play':
'Fake play' is when I act really interested like I could
pounce on the string at any second.
I do that for about 15 minutes or until Mom gets bored
and drops the string on the ground saying something like,
"If you're not going to pounce, I'm not playing!"
Then she grumbles something about 'fake play' and walks away.
She also tried to entertain me while I was outside.
That was about the extent of my play, though.
Then, just when I thought nothing more would happen
this month and it would be safe to write the blog...
...something terrible happened.
My crush, Abba-zaba, (and her roommate, Tucker, of course), moved out!
No more cute face looking down at me.
No more sound of kitty paws running around upstairs.
Well...at least Felix is still around.
Can't you just see the glee I'm expressing?