![]() ![]() Most days when not napping or performing other feline habits, I am quite full of myself I have my own blog I have my own bedroom I even have my own powder room (which I never share) my meals are served to me on my own schedule (even the one at 2am) I am in charge of the manse… there are many cats who would love to move into my paws… such as that rascal with the white-collared neckwho has been lurking around the deck of late and boldly ventured into the kitchen yesterday morning. We pulled up stakes and migrated to the great Pacific Northwest where now I fancy myself a gourmet feline who has added the duties of sampling specialty cheeses and sharing my “tasting notes” with anyone surfing the internet searching for knowledge and, alas, amusement. ![]() ![]() After landing the cushy gig with The Lady and The Man, I really lucked out. At that time I was a wandering observer in the SoCal Quadrant of the United States. I was assigned to observe The Lady and The Man after the Mighty Mike Tyson (the feline, not the fighter)was called home to the Mothership. As many of you, my loyal readers, know, I am a human observer sent here by The Brain. ![]()
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