Isn’t he a beautiful and tolerant boy

This ‘time’ concept is a hoot. I don’t see time but I do learn within it, I learn of love, seasons, strangers and family, sleep and waking to the Mommy human. I can’t express what or that I have learned, Mommy knows and sees it though. I suppose in regards to time, some of that stuff was used to pose me. Mommy spoke and said she did all this because I am so precious. What!?!?!”

“Not diggin’ it.”

“…Um…”

“Oh, you’re going in the box, cat.”

“What, shame and hairballs go in boxes, correct?”

“Yep, that little big dude right down there, I am liking him way more than you at this moment.” “I will name him George and I will hug him and pat him and squeeze him…”*

“That’s all folks”* “I’m out!”
…almost…

“Mommy gave me a new stuffed animal today after my photo shoots. It once belonged to my human Grandmother. Now I have two dogs in my life.” “And there’s my little toe. It’s already stuck to my gift that has been near me for 5 seconds. Sometimes Mommy gets pleasure from the little things….like my toes.”

“Today (as soon as Mommy woke me, ugh) I went with she and brother Dog for a walk. Mommy zipped me up to my back inside her hooded jacket to keep me warm. I had my smoothie twice. I walked around the house for a small while. I was baby-talked to and basked in my cage with a view. I was posed like an adorable doll (not fun, Mommy says I’m photogenic, whatever that means). It is cuddle time after a busy day. Good night.”

Where there is an asterisk* credits go to Looney Tunes

“Give me Lizardry or give me Death!” -♥Dawn Renee