Wax On, Wax Off

Dad has a new nickname for me...Mr. Miauggie. It's apparently a reference to the Karate Kid but I still don't get why he starts singing "You're the best-around!" whenever he calls me that.

Birthday Reminder!

No, not Mom's, though she does turn 30 (gasp) in less than 2 weeks.

IT'S MY SECOND BIRTHDAY! Presents are always appreciated and for those of you undecided gift givers, check out my post on preferred Christmas gifts.

Technology Guru

I used the printer today. Apparently, if you walk on it, it will begin to spit out paper for no apparent reason....much to my Mother's chagrin. What's the problem? The paper came out blank, she can use it again.

I Miss My Q-Tips

Me and my q-tip, pre litter box incident...Sigh

I Hate Hats

I hate hats. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I was traumatized by a hat as a little kitten and have repressed the memory. But I do know when someone walks in with a hat on, it makes my fur stand on end. My tail goes up and I look like a bushy raccoon ready for winter. Last night Dad's friend Brian came in with a hat on. Now he may be a nice guy, but I'm not going anywhere near him with that hat on.

Ugg, I shudder just recalling the memory. Nothing a little cat nip and a nap can't cure...