Talking Baseball

Yo kitties and music fans! We're talking cats and baseball! What a pawsome combination. In the Spring a cat's fancy turns to baseball. It's hard for TW to take a photo of me NOT in the igloo. I refuse to pose anywhere else. MOL! Our Easter was uneventful except when TW stepped in my gut rot. She didn't think it was funny.

Do You Know Your Cat?

Do you think you know me?

If you're a human, how well do you know your cat? I'm sure all your humans know you well enough to know when something is amiss. On one hand, they want to know when something is wrong; on the other hand you don't want to be dragged off to the dreaded vet when it's nothing. You try to give them little signs which are usually overlooked or misinterpreted. It's not like you can shout I'M FINE so they leave you alone.

TW noticed Friday night that something was wrong with me. Not terribly go-to-the-ER-vet wrong, but definitely not right. She mentioned it to Pop who called her a worry wart.