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Do you remember this story? Go check it out, I'll wait.

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Well, we think that our baby might be part cat.

On Monday, we were relaxing at home. PEter was drinking some water, as he is prone to do. Little Froglette was intrigued. What is this? she asked.

Peter let her investigate his glass.

Ooooo, I want that! she exclaimed. (I'm translating here, a direct quote would be "ffffbsbbbvvv [spit] [spit]"

She "daintily" slobbered on the outside and grabbed the glass tightly. Of course, when she did finally get a little water in her mouth, she wasn't a big fan.

Perhaps this means a sippy or straw cup is in our near future? Or our baby is part cat? Or the cat was part baby? So many unanswered questions...

It's a Boy!!!!

Cat.

So to add to our already too busy lives, we decided to adopt a cat. It's been about 3 months since Miles passed, and Kimberly has been pestering me for a new cat for about 2-3/4 months. I honestly think she's more excited for the cat than for the baby.

Our new friend is a male, orange, neutered cat and is fully declawed. So far, he has been spending most of his time in the house roaming, looking around, investigating, and watching birds outside the porch doors. Whenever he sees a bird at the feeder, his jaw starts shaking and he emits a strange meow-craw sound - I'm a little scared he's having a stroke or seizure. I'm pretty sure he's going to hurt himself by running full steam into the glass one of these days.

We got him from the local animal shelter. they had to pull him from some coal bins at the local power plant. Apparently he was completely covered in coal dust. No one is quite sure how long he was there, but without claws, it's surprising he lasted long at all. They are not sure if he was abandoned or lost by a family, but no one has claimed him for over a month.

We were having some trouble naming him, but think we have decided on Cole, a reference to his hiding spot.

So far, Cole seems to be fitting in well. We've brushed a lot of fur off of him, and it looks like it isn't going to end anytime soon.

Welcome Cole, we hope you like babies.

brrrrrrrrrr

Today is a sad day around here: Miles finally succumbed to the tumor that was in his belly. We had to put him down this morning.

We had Miles for 2-1/2 years. Most of the time he was pretty great, except when he was peeing in bad places or throwing up on the rug. It's pretty sad to not have him around anymore.

This was a post he wrote a while back, but I was never able to get around to publishing it for him.

We'll miss you Miles.

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So, FeedMe and PetMe seemed to have settled in this strange place they're calling The Middle. They say that, "The Middle" and then laugh in this strange way that's not really a laugh. They're so strange. But, who cares, I'm a cat. The important thing is that they haven't forgotten to feed me and pet me (respectively). So, the food's fine in this joint. But recently, it's been awfully cold around these parts. PetMe has been wearing funny things on her head (did she grow some winter fur? It's green... strange). And my paws get so cold walking across the floors. So, I meow and meow and meow and meow... trying to tell them to turn up the heat already. Sheesh. It's cold people, you can turn up the heat a little.

Well, even though they only speak a little Cat, they seemed to have figured it out (maybe it was the meowing at 4am? I think they are better speakers of Cat in the morning. Hmm, maybe a controlled test? Early versus late meowing? Must try it out.). They got me this magic carpet. It's so wonderful and it's my new best friend. I will never leave it ever ever ever again. PetMe said that it came from Ben and Jerry. I don't know what's up with that, those dudes sure were crabby when I hung out with them. Maybe this is their peace offering? And she said something about some dude named Tyler too. I hear that his PetMe is sad about him... sorry dude.

So, the magic carpet. It rocks. I was a little suspicious at first (what with it smelling a little like Ben Jerry and Tyler (I assume). But once I realized the magic possiblilities, I was hooked. It seems to be like snuggling with my old littermates, back in the old days. If only my mom could see me now!


Some times PetMe comes by and pets me (wonder where she got that name? I'm a cat, not a poet, people.) She seems a little sad. I don't know what her deal is. Maybe she wants me to go on a diet? I'm don't know what's up with this potbelly, must be all of lounging these days. Well, I'll hit the gym and see if I can get a little more buff.

Heartbroken

We got some very sad news today. Miles has some tumors that are likely cancer. They seem to be growing quickly (we noticed the lumps right before leaving for Thanksgiving) and the test results suggest that they are affecting his liver.

We'll try to be the best pet parents we can be; which for us means to make sure he's comfortable and happy for as long as possible. The vet thinks that some diet changes might reduce the strain on his liver and give him a little more time. It's likely that we won't be entering him in the best housecat competition at the state fair next year. We're both pretty shaken up and sad that we're losing our little furry friend. I don't know how I'll finish all my classes without his help.

Miles at his most content - sleeping

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update 12/4: Turns out that the tumors are definitely impacting his liver. His blood test results show that he has liver damage and maybe some kidney problems (although that could also be due to dehydration). The vet recommends that we try a prescription cat food and a medication that reduces the stress on a damaged liver. None of this will cure him, but it could keep him going a little bit longer before we have to deal with organ failure.

A break

We're off to the Left Coast tomorrow for a few days of break and "rest" (aka running around crazy-like to see friends and family and eat good food).


Someone isn't too happy about our trip.

This is assuming that we can actually get out of the Midwest. We acquired 1.5 inches of snow in a few hours today.

It's cold and blustery out (although 20 degrees warmer than the other day). Let's hope that our flights all leave as planned. We're looking forward to seeing you all very soon.

Wabbit Season

Look at him sitting there, five feet away from me, all smug and content, chomping on grass like it's his. Doesn't he know that that is MY grass? I eat it, come inside, and throw it up on the carpet. That is how things work around here. He's stealing my food, right from under my nose.

If only this invisible wall wasn't in the way, I'd get that rabbit. And I'd make him pay: we'd cuddle until he couldn't cuddle anymore. Then we'd play. Then nap. Then cuddle. Then I'd make him leave so he wouldn't take away any of my attention.

¡Miles!

Miles,


I've been hearing that you aren't treating PEter very well. I want you to know that even though I'm gone, you still need to behave appropriately. This means that you shouldn't be howling all night and morning. I know that you are especially scared of the lightning and thunder that's been going on in the Middle. But, remember that you are inside and that the weather won't get you. You shouldn't pee on PEter's stuff just because you're scared. Instead, try snuggling with him. I know he's fidgety, but I'm sure that he'll sit down long enough for you guys to snuggle.


And, if you don't shape up?

I met a very nice cat in Patzcuaro...

The Life is a Cruel, Scary Place Sometimes

I am writing this from my secret hiding place. This place is so scary that I need to hide in this cool, dark place, where no one can find me, for 20 hours a day. Fortunately, I sleep 20 hours a day, so the overlap is nice. But let me tell you this, being awoken by loud cracks of thunder coming from the sky is not a fun time. Even when I'm in the happy dark place.

This is the scariest place I've ever been. EVER! It's so loud, and the flashes so bright, it's scares the poop out of me. Literally. I've been pooping all over the place, I'm so scared. So scared. And my favorite Kimberly isn't here to cuddle with me. So much sadness layered over the scared.

Damn, that was a loud one!

These storms are just the latest in a string of unfortunate events over the last few months.

First, there was the whole bird incident: We had this little bird come visit for a week. At first, I thought to myself 'Yum, what a delightful looking snack that little guy is. He's all bright and green, I bet he's very tasty.'


So I tried and tried to meet my new 'friend', but alas, the defenses around him were too strong for my little paws. Also, he yelled really, really loudly, which is so off-putting. Eventually I just sat with him and fantasized about chewing on his little tasty wings.


A little while later, Kimberly and Peter were hiding things from me in a small room. They were trying to be all sneaky, but I knew there was something in there. I could smell it.


Eventually, I was able to break in, and I went to work right away, investigating what was in the giant bag. I got to eat some tasty paper while searching for something that smelled suspiciously like tasty food.

Peter stopped me once, but I wasn't going to let him stop me from my new quest.

I eventually was able to break in again, and this time I wasn't letting go of that special bag. I wanted in, and no matter how hard Kimberly pulled, I wasn't letting go of that tasty paper. I did my best sucker fish impression.

Eventually, they moved the secret bag and, unfortunately, I haven't been able to find it yet. But my quest continues for it, and other tasty snacks through out the house.

Now if only this thunder would ever stop, and Kimberly came home, then all would be well again.

Traveling is for the Birds (Not Cats)

Sometimes, I think they don't love me anymore. First, they disappear for 3 months, sticking me with Ben and Jerry - those guys were always playing pranks on me, making it look like I was making a mess, when really, I'm OCD about keeping clean. Then, when I finally get settled in and can deal with all the hissing, they come back and drug me for a week straight until we end up in this very strange new place.

And now, once we've all settled in, they take off again. Something about a baby. Don't they know babies are dumb? They can't even feed themselves or talk. Not like me. I talk a lot. And I'm a ferocious hunter, stalking my food bowl, making sure it can't get away. Although, it might be nice to meet a baby - I could snuggle up to her warm little body, steal some food, maybe steal their breath.

I'm pretty sure these two are getting ready to leave me again. I'm not dumb, I can read the tea leaves on the wall. I see the leaves turning colors and falling off the trees. I see the kids in their silly little costumes, throwing eggs at houses. I feel how cold it's getting - and man, it's getting cold. I know the 'traveling season' is upon us (I think you humans refer to it as the 'Reason for the Season'?).

But the most obvious way I know they're leaving is they introduced me to my 'baby-sitter.' This crazy Chinese chick came over a little while back, and I heard them talking about how to take care of me. Here's how you take care of me: PUT FOOD IN MY DISH AND PET ME! It's really quite easy. Here's what not to do: pull my arms out of my socket and ignore me. I know I'm a cat, so I'm flexible and all nimbily-bimbily, but my arms, they really don't move in that direction so well. Chill out, woman.

So, in order to avoid this crazy woman, I'm going to sleep on this red thing until it's warm out again - I don't know what this thing is, but I know they take it with them whenever they go away. If I just camp out here for the next 2-3 months, they won't be able to go anywhere without taking me. I'm just so lonely here when I'm alone. I get so sad and miss the snuggling with Kimberly. She keeps me warm. And fed too. It's not like I can feed myself. I mean, I am only a cat.

The Magic Shaking Can and the Lie of the White Pills

My world is spinning.

One day, I'm curling up with my buds, Ben and Jerry. The next, it's so hot I can't move and there's boxes everywhere. My life is turning into a mess.

I was having a great time at my new home, finally getting along with Ben after weeks of hissing and posturing. I learned about how tasty potato chips and cheerios are. I got to hang out outside on the porch watching birds and squirrels flutter about and watching clouds float lazily by.

Then my two 'owners' (that still sounds so funny. They 'own' me? Ha!) came back. At first it was just like old times - cuddling, petting, treats. Then things went crazy.

A couple days ago (or maybe weeks ago, who knows anymore), I was having a nice sleep. Then I was awaken by the shaking sounds of the magic can. I should have known something was up; it was still dark out.

Next thing I know, I'm accosted and put in this giant 'truck.' All of a sudden everything is shaking and things are moving by at light speed. I couldn't walk 3 feet. It was all I could do not to throw up all over Kimberly. So I did what any sane cat would do - I crawled under the seat into the warm comfort of the dark.

I kept trying to tell them that I was unhappy and was feeling a little green. I told them over and over and over and over and over and over, but they wouldn't listen.

They tried to pacify me with some treats, the normal yummy ones and some new bad tasting white things. Then everything melted. I couldn't stand. My eyes were glued shut. The world was a blur. I couldn't move, or even talk. I was lost.

Every night, we were holed up in a new cheap, sleazy hotel. Every day, I was tricked into another 'treat'-induced stupor by that damn magic can.

I used to be a respectable cat. Look what they've done to me.

Then when the downward spiral finally stopped, we're in a new, weird place. Boxes everywhere. Heat like you've never felt. No mountains to stare at. Chaos all around.

To show my displeasure, I tried to poop on PEter's (again, with that spelling. Enough already, huh?) clothes, but Kimberly caught me in the act. That was awkward. She wasn't so happy with me, but fortunately she didn't force me to have another white treat.

Things have slowly been settling down. These two finally got the heat under control, thank Garfield. My old bed is back, so I've been spending a lot of time sleeping on that. I have a nice big window where I can watch the birds and some big dumb dogs who are tied up outside (although I feel a little bad since they look real hot - I winder why? It's nice and cool in here).

Overall, things are good. Kimberly's been cuddling lots. PEter's been brushing me. I think this place might be ok.

If not, I'll poop on PEter's pillow.

MILES!!!!! We're home (for now)

Yes indeed, we've ended the flying portion of our trip. We're back in the lovely Rose City (although for some reason it's 90 today!). Miles and I are reunited and there's cat hair everywhere. A few days of seeing family and friends (have we written this post six times already?) and doing errands and then we're off to the Middle.

The current plan is to pack on Sunday (we'll be looking for loading volunteers... hint hint) and then hit the road bright and early Monday morning. We have a place in The Middle lined up, thankfully, and will hopefully arrive Thursday am.

And then the fun begins...

Are We There Yet?

Another day, another long day of travel. We're heading West to pick up our stuff. Then the real adventure begins.

Tell Miles to get the Purrrr-ing machine warmed up, Kimberly's coming and she's looking for snuggles.

Sometimes, I Smell Them

I wonder where they could be? It's been so long. I wonder if they will ever come back?

I think I'm wearing out my welcome here. I even heard 'Mom' tell that other girl that she can't wait to get rid of me. As long as Ben keeps his distance; I wouldn't want to have to take a chunk of his ear.

I hope they come back for me soon. Sometimes I smell them in the other room and I think they're hanging out in there, but every time I make my break for the room, I get cut off at the pass. I hope this isn't some elaborate joke, or weird science experiment; I'm pretty sure they haven't gotten 'Cat Subjects' approval.

I could go for a snack. Shake magic can. Shake.

My Birthday in Italy

While all of you got to celebrate my brithday, and coincidentally the 4th of July, with some nice fireworks, and maybe some burgers and hot dogs over a hot BBQ, I was stuck in this horrible place:
I know, I know, it was rough, but we made it through.

Also, in an earlier post, Miles was kind enough to wish me a happy birthday. Thank you Miles.

However, in her comment, Kimberly stated that I had been making friends with new cats in Italy, behind Miles' back. Well, I provide this picture as proof that she is slandering my name to protect herself:
I'll let him be the final judge.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Hi Dad and Mom,

I was wondering what all of the excitement was yesterday and overheard my foster mom and foster sister saying it was your birthday. My birthday was earlier this week.

Well, everyone celebrated YOUR birthday but foster mom just gave me extra treats for MY birthday. I wasn't very impressed with all the noise and smoke and other weird smells. To tell the truth, I hid under the bed for a while. I'm glad everyone likes you and wants to celebrate but next year when we're in Iowa can we be a bit more reserved?

Are you coming home soon?

Miss you. Gotta go, she's home

A Belated Birthday

I could write a post about our crazy time in Bologna and the very strange museums we saw there (which I will eventually, because it was too good, but may need to wait til I can upload pictures). Or I could write about coming to Milan and visiting my cousin Emanuela and her boyfriend Guido (which has been wonderful). Or even about what we will be doing over our next 3 weeks here (not really sure, but we think it involves the Dolomites and Venice).

But instead, I'll let you all know that yesterday was Miles' birthday. We don't know that it was actually his birthday, but we adopted him one year ago yesterday. Hopefully he got a treat or goo dpetting in Portland, but we thought it would be weird if we called him for his birthday, as he doesn't talk or anything (and this post is probably weird enough).

So anyways, Happy Birthday cat.

How I Spend My Days

Did you know that baby birds hatch from eggs?

FROM EGGS!!!!

Unbelievable that something so cute and tasty looking could come from something so boring looking and not-tasty. Anyways, while those two 'owners' of mine are out backpacking around Italy, I've found me a new hobby: watching these silly little birds have new chicks under the deck.

Sometimes Ben and Jerry like to come out and watch with me, but they're not as interested; they roll to their own beat.

This is so cool. I can't wait til they try to fly. Who knows what will happen then?!?!?!?!? Maybe they'll fly!?! Maybe they'll fall!?! Maybe we'll get a snack!?! Who knows. All I know is that the anticipation is killing me (Hm, maybe a new saying: 'Anticipation killed the cat.' I'll have to work on that one).

Back to that Ben and Jerry. Turns out they're not so bad. Once Tiger-stripe over here realized I wasn't going to be taking over, he chilled out. Jerry even caught a bird on the deck and brought it inside. He's got cat-like reflexes (hahahahahahahahahahahahaha - I am hysterical).

The woman who lives here came home. She said she saw those other two and they send their love. But she also told me they've been galavanting all over Europe with new and different cats, even threatening to replace me.

I'm not sure if I should believe her, but I'll be sure to give those 2 a good sniffing when they back. I kind of miss them.

Peace out.

Got Snuggles?

So apparently, they're gone. :( I haven't seen them in almost a week. Sorry if I'm a little sad today, but it's hard to type through the tears.

I guess they are on their way to Europe and will come back eventually. I guess I'm spending the next couple of months with my 'friends' Ben and Jerry. Some friends these guys are: the growling and hissing has calmed down, but now they knock over my food because they think it's funny. Ha Ha Ha, my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

So sad.

Anyways, since Kimberly isn't here for the snuggling, I had to find someone new to steal snuggles from. I don't know who this guy is, but he seems sufficient for snuggling purposes, even though he is a Mets fan (I hope PEter doesn't get too mad about that).

Guess Who's Back...

...It’s the M-I-L, E to the S,
The rockin' Russian Blue who loves you best

Hey there everyone, it’s been a while since I’ve checked in, and boy, have I had some crazy adventures. I’m a little discombobulated these days (how’s that for a big-cat word) (it took me about 30 seconds to type it though, damn paws without opposable thumbs), but we’ll get to that in a second.

So the best place to start is probably a few weeks back. I had been helping Kimberly with her thesis. She may have had all the “ideas” and done all the “typing,” but I basically wrote the thing for her: you know what they say, behind every good woman, is a cat. I’d have to agree whole-heartedly.

Then one day, these two decided to take me for a car ride. I try to tell them over and over again that I don’t want to go in the car: I wail incessantly, I throw up on the rug, I wake them at 5 a.m. They really need to learn Cat-alonian if this whole relationship is going to work out.

Anyways, they think they’re so slick, trying to trick me into getting into the Box, but I know what they’re doing. If there wasn’t two of them, I wouldn’t have gotten in, but they over-powered me. It’s not so much the car that’s the problem, it’s that dam Box, it keeps closing in on me. Once we were in the car, I really turned on the wailing and gave Kimberly the Puss-in-Boots eyes; I really turned it on. She eventually relented, and I was free to burrow under the seats. Ah the safety of darkness.

I figured we were heading down to that nice old woman’s house; I think they called her Grandmama. She was nice, giving me treats and lots of petting, kind of like a spa treatment. But no, we ended up at some strange house where everything was a little suspicious. There was a weird scent in the air. Once I got in, it was obvious: new friends.

Ben and Jerry seemed like nice enough cats, but they were not happy to see me. Hiss, growl, hiss hiss hiss. That Ben, he needs to chill out. Jerry seemed cool, but Ben was all freaking, so I couldn’t really get to know him.

I figured the best way to avoid showing him who was boss and giving him a swipe to the head was to hide under the couch for a while; I wouldn’t want to embarrass someone in their own house. But we all know I could have. I was happy when Kimberly got me out from the couch and gave me some treats. I was really happy when we left that place and the ominous, terrible smells of Ben and Jerry.

Things were back to normal at home for a while, as I settled back into my cycle of eating, sleeping, and whining. But boxes kept showing up and things slowly started disappearing. Something was up.

My fears were confirmed when they drugged me. Yup, my so-called caretakers gave me tranquilizers, and as far as I can tell, it was all a cruel joke. I almost fell off the window, couldn’t eat, and was constipated for days. Don’t get me wrong, the semi-comatose sleep and melting walls were pretty cool, but the hangover was killer. I still have no idea why they would do that to me. Maybe not enough wailing and whining?

When I finally recovered from my haze, half the house was missing and the boxes had grown and covered half the house. Now something was definitely up.

I tried laying low for a while until I could figure things out. I even cut back on the whining and increased the sleeping and eating. Then out of nowhere, we were back in the car again. They had grabbed my lead and harness, so I figured we were going outside for a nice afternoon of chewing on grass and vomiting on the bed. But they tricked me, again. I’m really gonna get them.

We ended up back at Ben and Jerry’s house – I could tell as soon as I smelled them. When I got inside, though, they were no where to be found. That was cool. I wandered around, checked out the scene, scratched the post for a while. This place wasn’t so bad; lots of space, lots of windows to look out, lots of dark hiding places.

Then out of nowhere was Jerry, all by himself. Cool. Hey buddy. He gave me the old submissive move, rolling onto his back and showing me his belly, sniffing my butt. Like I said, this Jerry is pretty cool. We’ve been getting along pretty well, sleeping and eating like old buddies.

But Ben, he’s one uptight cat. Hiss hiss hiss. Growl growl growl. All day long. I try to walk down the hall and get a little shut-eye – hiss. I need to use the litter box – growl. I understand it’s your place, I’m cool with that. It’s not like I want to live here. I just want to be friends, ok.

Well, Ben isn’t getting the message. I’ve had to slap him around a little bit the last couple days. And I feel bad about it, you know. It’s his house, his brother. But really, if you’re going to keep disrespecting me, I’m going to have to start laying down the law more often and show you how the food chain works. I don’t want it to go down this way – like I said, lets be friends, sniff a little butt together – but if I have to, I will give you a swipe.

I’ve actually been over here for a few days now, claiming my spaces, checking out the lay of the land. Kimberly and Peter were here the past couple nights; I guess we’re all moving to this place. That’s cool. They just left a little while ago, carrying some bags. It looks like they’re still moving some things around.

I can’t wait until they get home from work and we can snuggle. Just like old times.

Allow Myself to Introduce...Myself

Hi there. Miles - 'the russian blue with little to do' - signing on.

My owners, Kimberly and PEter (what’s up with that spelling? It’s called spellchecker, use it) (and I like to call them Petme and Feedme, respectively), have asked me to write a 'who I am' post to this little 'blog' thing they’re trying out. A few funny things about that: (1) they think they own me (you have no idea how funny that is – those suckers. Why don’t you feed me some more, or else I might whine all night and keep you up, hahahahahahahahahahaha!); (2) I have no idea what a blog is; and (3) the only thing I’ve ever used a computer for is to look at kitty porn (that’s a terrible joke, but hey, I’m a cat – my brain is the size of an acorn).

So anyways, who is Miles? First of all, I’m a cat, duh. I get freaked out by loud noises. And too much light. And movement.

My favorite things to do are snuggle and sleep – Kimberly and I get along really well. Peter calls us snugglesluts. If you had any idea how traumatic my day-to-day existence is, you’d sleep a lot too. He’s just jealous.

Sometimes I like to lick paper. I don’t know what you humans put in that stuff – cat nip or scent of cat's butt or whatever – but boy does it taste good. I also like to lick moldy walls. And sometimes the floor.

I get my water primarily from licking the condensation on the windows and the dripping faucet in the bathroom. That filtered water they give me in the crystal glass is for snobs. I'm a cat of the people - I’ll take mine moldy or dusty please.

My mortal enemies are the fancy white cat from next door and the grey tiger stripped cat from down the street (I've nicknamed them Snowball and Montecore). I’d mess those cats up…if they let me outside – the outdoors doesn’t agree with me. And I have no claws. My old family really was crap: pulled out my claws, gave me the old ‘snip-snip’ down below, made me crap in a box on the porch (which, if you’ve ever spent a winter in Orygun, isn’t as cool as it sounds). As boring as these two suckers are, at least they don’t lock me in the closet.

But sometimes Kimberly lets me go outside on a lead (it’s the King’s English, alright – my Owner-in-Sister-in-Law taught me that, and I think it sounds refined, thank you very much). That’s fun because I get to eat grass; then as soon as I get inside, I puke on the rug – like I said, these two are suckers. But it’s cool outside – I get to mark my territory and pounce around a little, like a real cat and everything. And those stupid ‘outdoor’ cats don’t mess with me, nope, not with Kimberly watching my back.

I like to chase string – it's so mesmerizing when it flies back and forth. Sometimes I like to chase balls of paper and play fetch. The one thing I won’t chase – mice. Not worth it. Plus, they might have claws or sharp teeth, which could really hurt.

Anyways, Kimberly and Peter keep talking about some changes, and how while they’re away, I’ll have to keep in touch through this blog with the help of Sister-the-Youngest. I’m not sure what exactly they’re talking about (I have noticed a lot of empty wine bottles lately, so I think they’ve been hitting it a little hard lately), but I’m pretty sure we’re not going anywhere. Who would I snuggle with? Major changes might make me whine the entire time (here's a good thought: maybe I'll whine all the time no matter what. Done and done); especially if that stupid car were involved. But even these two suckers aren’t dumb enough to make me get back into that thing.

Well, that's a little about me, Miles. If you need any advice with the ladies, or want to know anything else about how wonderful I am, just leave me a comment down below and I'll see what I can do. I have a feeling Petme and Feedme are going to be jealous of how popular my posts are and not let me do this that often.

Until next time, Keep on Snugglin’!