merry merry everybody

merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry merry 

meowry !

yes, it's my very first Christmas !

me and Bobby D.

me (on left) eddy f. chevalier and on right is Bobby D. Chedwick who is currently my very best friend. We are watching the Christmas tree being decorated.  this is my first Christmas. Bob has already gotten into the tree and climbed up the trunk a few times. i saw that's how it was supposed to be, so i tried but the tree has poking needles and i give up.

i am misunderstood

see how calm i am? i am thinking why did the other cats all just run away from me? why do they not like my offerings of bitey and wrestle? why do they scream and tell me my claws are like fishhooks? what does it all mean? it means they misunderstand, they crazy.  i am calm. i'm not going to change at all ~ i'm going to make them like playing with me. 

i evict Dennis

Hot Dog! Wish i had a Million Dollars!

if i had a million dollars i'd have six of these cat towers, a human to bring food to me so i don't have to eat in the kitchen, and a lot more cat toys and a big sun porch addition with more cat towers and beds and overstuffed fluffy chairs and a big screen hi def tv with non stop films of nice birds ( not Hitchcock) and a big aquarium full of fish and lots of sofas and carpets and catnip plants and those glass prism things hanging around sparkling lights on the wall--i'd want a bunch of those and every so often a small mouse would run through the room... or a centipede. and my veterinarian would always make house calls--he'd be on my turf  and just check in on me every week!  yeah i wish i had a million dollars! or maybe three million dollars! what would you cats do with a million or so dollars?

i have grown

much to the dismay of my brother Bobby D. Chedwick, (turning to look at me in this photo) i have grown to be his size now. i have always loved wrestling with him and he always gave in, even when i was small because i am feisty and he is very very mellow. he has to be careful, and watch his back, because i love to pounce on him when he least expects it. he will not grow any bigger but i will, and he will be   the little guy   again. will i ever stop pouncing on him? it's such great fun i wonder why he dislikes it so much. he might be way too mellow. 

 eddy chevalier, not the little guy anymore.

you woke me up

i see you, you woke me up.

i'm still tired, but now i'm up.
i'm still really tired but i like attention so i don't mind that you woke me at all.