It's tough being this cute

Well it has been an exhausting couple days around here. With all the sleeping, eating, pooping and playing, it is a wonder if I have any time to get around to one of these keyboards. Playing is probably my favorite thing. On the other hand, sleeping on the big guy's lap is the bomb! It takes me a long time to wind down, but once I do, I'm gone.

This playing stuff is serious business. Yeah, I look cute, but playing is my exercise, how I sharpen my running, jumping, 'hunting', etc skills.

This is me playing with some yarn. It took me a day to decide to play with this toy, but after a few tries I got it down. I might let it survive a couple more times, then all those threads are mine.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention this... I can purr really, really loud! In fact, last night the kids could hear me through a wall. I must say that purring is a lot of fun. I can't help it some times. A good petting, and I just start purring and kneeing my big paws uncontrollably. They say I sound like a motorboat. Silly people!

I've got to head off right now. There is some urgent business I have to attend to. So, I'll leave you with a final picture of yours truly. If you think I look like I am the king of the land, you are right. This kitty has got it made and providing all the cuteness to keep the engines running.

Breaking in a new family

My ancestors were "domesticated" about 7,000 years ago. I"ll let you in on a secret. Its is the humans who have been domesticated, not us cats. I'll give you my personal example. A few days ago I was still with my mom and sisters (yep, single male in the bunch.) My mom actually showed me off to her humans. Of course it was because I was the biggest, loudest and of course cutest in the lot. Oh, back to the point... So, I was "adopted" by a new family and what do they do? Stimulate the economy! I have a new kitty condo complete with a perching platform a built in scratching post and a first floor private bedroom. (Not bad digs for a single guy.) They also got me a play gym, a few rather lame toys (I'll play with them to make the humans feel good) a cool collar and various other things. So, what do I have to do for all this? Nothing but be cute, not rip the place to shreds and purr a few times a day. Not a bad gig at all.

A cool thing about this place is that there are quite a few keyboards (musical and computer) around. So, I'll sneak onto one every once in a while and keep you posted on what is up. For now, I'll give you a picture or two.

Breaking in a new family

My ancestors were "domesticated" about 7,000 years ago. I"ll let you in on a secret. Its is the humans who have been domesticated, not us cats. I'll give you my personal example. A few days ago I was still with my mom and sisters (yep, single male in the bunch.) My mom actually showed me off to her humans. Of course it was because I was the biggest, loudest and of course cutest in the lot. Oh, back to the point... So, I was "adopted" by a new family and what do they do? Stimulate the economy! I have a new kitty condo complete with a perching platform a built in scratching post and a first floor private bedroom. (Not bad digs for a single guy.) They also got me a play gym, a few rather lame toys (I'll play with them to make the humans feel good) a cool collar and various other things. So, what do I have to do for all this? Nothing but be cute, not rip the place to shreds and purr a few times a day. Not a bad gig at all.

A cool thing about this place is that there are quite a few keyboards (musical and computer) around. So, I'll sneak onto one every once in a while and keep you posted on what is up. For now, I'll give you a picture or two.