We are in the process of moving to Colorado, wherever that is. I think it’s somewhere near Timbuktu.
The thing I’m worried about is how am I going to get there. Momma talked about having me go with her in the car but I hear that’s a really long and scary drive. Then Momma and Poppa talked about me flying and that sounds scary because I don’t think I’d like airplanes, I hear they’re even noisier than vacuum cleaners.
I wonder if I could just stay here. Hmm, no, I’d miss my Momma and Poppa.
Hello — Mariah here.
I am lounging and looking very innocent. Perhaps my Momma will come nap with me soon. Or, perhaps Ginger will come along and I can pounce on her head.
I really am just a small suburban tabby in this big ol’ world.
Remember this wonderful cat tree? We got it on our birthday back in ’06, which is eleventy-billion years ago.
It has become so well-loved that my folks say it’s dangerous now and chopped it down. Poppa said all of the strings hanging off of it are dangerous to us. We think they taste good tho’ and like to eat them! Soo the whole thing will go away, then what will we do?!
The old camera broke….
but Momma knows where they make more…
I just heard that the wonderful and lazy holiday season is over and that it's back to work and regular schedules tomorrow….really? REALLY? Wait, I'm not ready! I need my Beans to nap and hang out with! Is this true? What will I do?