Better Late Than Never

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I know, I've been a bad, bad kitty. Same story different day. Those stupid woofers keep humom really busy.

Good news though, my bruddy Punkin gots his own room and he doesn't get to put the bitey on us anymore. Humom says it's not all good and that he has been sick and we found out in March of 2008 that he has diabetes. So he gets sicker (he still has his megacolon issues) and we get the benefits. Did I mention no more biteys. One less cat at the bowls and boxes. Punkin gets his own bowl and box and room and he has special food and here's the bonus-he gets pokies twice a day for the rest of his life. Looks like that will be a long time too, since he is too mean to die.

The last of the 4 Christmas woofies gots sold in August. If you're keeping count we are down to 13, but it's not going to be that way for long 'cause that harlot Jet Black Jezebel is gonna pop out a whole new batch of baby woofers next month. Maybe we'll have another guess the litter contest. All I gotta say on that for now is that she's humongous.

I'll leave you with some photos from our viewscreen.

This our friend Mr. C he and Mrs. C live here all year long.

This guy comes to stay with us every winter.

These ones are new. Welcome the Go-finches.