
This is me and my first encounter with one of those cats that Bossman is allergic to. I wanted to see what the big deal was but couldn’t get close enough to Wilby. Next time, cat-cat…next time…

This is me and my first encounter with one of those cats that Bossman is allergic to. I wanted to see what the big deal was but couldn’t get close enough to Wilby. Next time, cat-cat…next time…


The Girl was home sick today and caught me in one of my favorite napping spots. I looooove sleeping in the closet and being in the laundry basket is EVEN BETTER. It’s a good thing Bossman wasn’t home. I would have TOTALLY gotten a kickin’.

Oh how I long for the sunny patio that I left behind in Irvine. Now I have to sit at the window and stare at the guy across that way that STILL doesn’t have furniture.

This is what I call my innocent puppy look. Nevermind the chewed up socks, scratched couch legs, and torn up toilet paper roll that I left in the hall. Heh heh… This is probably what kept me from being turned into a foot warmer.

These drinking fountains rule. They certainly come in handy when you’re in the middle of marking every blade of grass and tree trunk in sight. Keep your food foot on that pedal, Girl!

With my ears folded back into aerodynamic-mode, I become a lightning bolt made of fur! Don’t blink cuz you might miss me.

One of the best things about living in Irvine was the thrill of finding a fuwwy wabbit in the bushes every morning. The last time I got locked out of the house, I went on a wabbit wampage down the street. It was awesome. Too bad The Girl realized I was missing and came by to pick me up.

The Girl bought me a squeaky ball with feet and a tail. The best part of it is that I don’t have to worry about it rolling under the couch and out of my reach. I think I will call him Spike.

This is me pWning my best buddy, Fabian Fox. He would like a cafe aulait but he’ll have to wait.

It’s a beautiful day for daydreamin’….and watchin’ the fatties in the pool down below. Blegh.