An awesome place to sleep

This morning, I got up after Paul left for work. I didn't see Simon.

I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, put in my contacts, and checked FarmVille. I didn't see Simon.

I ran on the treadmill for an hour. Johnny napped on the computer chair. I didn't see Simon.

I showered and got dressed. I didn't see Simon.

I came downstairs and put my toast in the toaster. I sat down at the table to check email. I noticed Johnny walking around in the kitchen, looking up towards the ceiling.

I didn't see Simon.

I was suspicious.

I dragged the stool over to the refrigerator and opened up the cupboard above the fridge.

I saw Simon.

He looked very comfortable.

I removed him.

Snow day!

Dear Diary,

Today Dad got to stay home from work all day, and Mom got to come home early.

It was cold and snowy all day long and they never turn the heat up very high in our house, so Johnny & I always have to snuggle together on the couch.

After dinner, Mom & Dad decided to watch an episode of "The Dead Zone" on TV. I, as usual, climbed up and napped on Mom's leg. (Sometimes I nap on Dad.)

My silly brother, though, chose to crawl under the blanket and curl up in a fat little ball in Mom's lap. I can never figure out how he manages to breathe under there.

When the show was over and Mom wanted to get up, we wouldn't get off her lap, ha!

Cheers,

Simon

Locked up and pouting

Dear Diary,

Today Mom and Dad were getting ready for dinner.

Mom heated up her leftover chicken and put it on the kitchen table while she went back to get some milk.

I jumped up on her chair and, apparently, Dad thought I had evil intentions.

I spent the rest of dinnertime locked away in my carrier in the living room.

(Have no fear, I stared at Mom & Dad with my soulful eyes and meowed plaintively to express my discontent. However, I never got any chicken.)

Cheers,

Johnny

Blowing leaves

Dear Diary,

Yesterday it was windy out.

Johnny and I sat next to the sliding glass door and watched the leaves blow by across the patio.

We tried to pounce on them but never did catch any.

It was still awesome.

Cheers,

Simon

Z/D for me!

Dear Diary,

Today, Mom got home from school at 6:15 and brought with her a GIANT BAG OF CAT FOOD!

It was Science Diet Z/D, my very favorite kind.

On her way in, I heard her grumbling something under her breath, something about why does she have to buy me special food when she could get all sorts of free food for me from Hill's or Purina if I were a "normal cat," whatever that means.

But really, it sure doesn't bug me to have inflammatory bowel disease, or whatever the heck is wrong with me, as long as I get my beloved Z/D!

Would you believe, though, that Mom just carried that huge 10-pound bag of crunchy goodness up the stairs and locked it in the closet without giving me any?? What's the matter with her! I hadn't eaten for a good hour and 45 minutes! I talked and mrowled and whined at her, but it was all for nothing.

Well, time to go conserve my energy since I won't get another meal for at least 2 more hours...

Cheers,

Johnny