Someone really needs to take down that pane of glass between me and my next snack.

My daddy doesn't think I'm fat.

Or so I am told. I don't see my daddy much because he's always working. But my mommy says she told him my grandpa keeps calling me fat and my daddy says I am not fat. Duh. I'm just a heavy build Bombay kitty! Sheesh! I'm "Solid As A Rock" like Bob Seger sings! And I didn't eat that many Whisker Lickin's yesterday. So there. I also have spent quite a bit of time hunting birds at the window and chasing my Uncle Jimmy around.

I'm not fat!

My grandparents keep saying I'm fat. And they do it in the room too -- like I can't hear! I guess, well, fine. I'll admit it. I've been eating too many Whisker Lickin's lately and also taking too many long naps. But I love Wisker Lickin's! And I love naps! I need more exercise. I think I shall go chase a sparrow now. If someone would just remove that pane of glass, I would catch the sparrow...

I can balance on top of a door. And what can YOU do?

I am the happiest cat ever!

My daddy is home for good from his training. So I get my daddy every night and we play a game of FUD every day now. That's "Feets Under Door." My mommy is working on making me famous again. She's sending my photos into Paw Placement for their calendar. I hope I make it! I should be in a calendar. I should also be on the Pet Promise cat food bag...why am I the only one who thinks this? Anyway, I have to go. There's traffic to watch, Whisker Lickin's to beg for, and catnip mice to pounce on.