Big doings at my house last week. Some men arrived with a chain saw and spent the morning taking down a big tree in the back yard. I liked watching them climb way up to the top (I could do that easy if Ronni would let me go outside) and cut off one branch at a time until it was all gone, down to the ground.
Ronni says this is the first time she’s had light in the apartment without the lamps on, even when the sun is shining, in more than ten years. She’s very happy about that.
I seem to be looking up a lot in these photos. There’s some interesting stuff on top of the cabinets in the kitchen that I’d like to investigate, but every time I try, Ronni says no. Sometimes she’s not any fun at all. She could at least let me check it out once, don’t you think?
I want to show you a picture of two friends. Well, I’ve never met them in person, but I feel like I know them because Ronni’s friend, Heather, talks about them when she visits us. The big one is Cisco – she’s a Bengal cat. And the little one, Winie - you can tell she's a Siamese - is from the same cat breeder in Philadelphia where I came from. She was born just about the time I left there to come to Big Apple.
Ronni reads a lot and I’m getting a good education watching over her shoulder. President Bush just won’t quit gnawing on that Social Security bone, will he? Even when the meat's all gone. You’d think he’d get the picture by now – no one wants his private accounts.
Which reminds me, how is it that you humans elected that guy? Cats would never make a mistake like that. As soon as there’s online voting, I’m going to register. I’ve got a perfectly good, human name – Oliver Bennett. And it’s like that old New Yorker cartoon, “Nobody knows you’re a dog on the internet,” so who would know I’m a cat when you can vote by pushing a mouse (oh yeah! – mouse) button.
But it’s not all politics with me. There are a lot of other things to keep me busy and cellophane is still my favorite toy. It's that crinkly noise I can't get enough of.
Oh, I almost forgot. Thank you for all your suggestions about my biting problem. Ronni and I both read them carefully and we've worked it out now. Or maybe I just outgrew it.
Your blogging cat friend,