My name is NOT Phat Boy!

This is MY chair!

I am NOT a wide body!

I don't care WHAT that photo shows...I am NOT a wide body! I get sooo tired of hearing that I am fat and when am I going to deliver my kittens! I get called Phat Boy, Wide Body and Porker all the time. I am told that I am going to be a 20-pound cat! Leave me alone already. My body turns everything into fat. I can't help it. Gizmo is the same way. We don't eat a lot but we just pack on the pounds. We didn't get a good start in life, alright? That just means that there is more of us to love! And I really don't care if I have to have a new hole drilled in my collar because it is getting tight! Mommy Bonnie made a comment about a cat named Garfield. Who is Garfield anyway? Both of my mommies are not slim, but you wouldn't know that to hear them call me names. Pot-kettle.

I had a slight coughing fit this morning. Tacumwah ran over to check on me. I was really surprised. She doesn't like me, but she wanted to make certain I was ok.

I have a favorite chair now. Last night my brother and I slept in it together but Mommy Bonnie didn't get a photo. Mommy puts me on the sofa next to her when we work on my blogs and I have been lying next to her the last two days...at least for a little while. I like to chase the arrow on the screen. And last night I had the run of the whole house for the very first time. I jumped on Mommy's bed but didn't stay. I was in and out of Mommy's room all night.

The windows are open today and we are getting fresh air. Mommy went to Wal-Mart and bought us some food. I can't wait until dinner! I guess she is making her famous Greek pork roast tonight for Mommy Bonnie. Maybe I can try it.

Mommy Bonnie wants me to drink milk for my bones, but I keep turning down milk and ice cream. I don't understand what Marquette sees in it. Tacumwah and I don't like those things. Give us meat and cheese!

~There is no such thing as a free kitten.~