Born to Run

Nearly every morning for reasons I have never before understood, Miss R. gets up while the rest of the world is still asleep and laces up her shoes to go running. Watching her adjust the setting on her mp3 player before she heads out the door I ask myself why anyone would run just to be running. I mean, as far as I can tell, she isn't running toward food, or away from anything that might be chasing her, like a dog. So, why run? Fast forward to the last day of school. Miss R. came home from her classroom bearing gifts from her students, and one bag was for me! It contained gifts from MO #14! There was a fun catnip ball (mmmm, catnip brings out my inner kitten) and a beautiful peacock feather teaser. Plus, a live catnip plant that Miss R. put on the breakfast bar, but which I am determined to eat just as soon as she leaves the house for any length of time. Anyway, I have been playing nonstop with my new cat toys and even though I don't like to brag, I am sure I have already lost a few inches. My abs are now rock hard. You just can't see them under all the fat. Nonetheless, I think I am beginning to understand why Miss R. would work out just for the fun of it. Thanks MO #14 for helping me to see the light. Now, I just need to nap...that work out left me exhausted.

At Long Last

Finally, my great contributions to the world in general, and to felines in particular have been duly recognized, as they should be, with a statue of yours truly. Indeed, like the ancient greek heroes, I have been memorialized in stone (OK, ceramic, but that's practically the same thing) by a truly gifted artist. AC #5, in Miss R.'s class created this likeness of me and as you can see, he has done a masterful job of capturing my handsomeness. My neighbor Bob says handsomeness isn't even a word, but what does he know? It's not like anyone created a statue of him! Hah!

The Furminator

Readers of my blog know that I am by nature a modest cat. It goes without saying that I am a handsome fellow, but then, most cats are. My large bone frame is covered by strong muscles. The excess fat that I carry is purely utilitarian. (I learned that word from my neighbor Bob. It means my fat serves a useful purpose. In this case, should a freak famine suddenly hit the Renton area, I could live off my own stores of fat for a quite a while.) Even with all of these lovely traits that make me, let's face it, an Adonis of the feline world, yet I hesitate to brag or boast. Instead I prefer to let others brag about me. So, you can imagine how surprised I was when Miss R. came home with........THE FURMINATOR! Finally, a grooming tool worthy of my time and attention. While I doubted that any improvements could be made to my flawless self, I welcomed the opportunity to have THE FURMINATOR used on my lovely coat. Boys and girls, I wouldn't believed it possible had I not witnessed it with my own eyes, but I am even more handsome than I was yesterday. Life is good.

Shhhh...

...I'm hiding from Miss R.