I'm getting a BUTLER!

Mama says I'm getting a Butler! He's just a little guy, so I'm gonna have to start searching EBAY now for tiny butlers outfits. I guess I'm going to have to pay him in kibble and nip. Maybe he takes MousieCard...

Donut (aka the Butler) arrives in September! I've always wanted someone to run my household... mama doesn't have any sense when it comes to buying canned food or keeping the house running smoothly.

I'm sure I can get him dressed up like this. Sebastien the Butler is my hero, but Mama says I can't name him Sebastien. Maybe he should be Sebastien the Donut?

I'm not sure who's going to teach Donut to throw cutlery like that... when I try it mine just bounce on the walls or end up under the couch. Maybe if we practice together.

To Prove I'm not TOO FAT...

For you, non-believer, I shall produce acrobatic moves that will astound you..

As soon as I've had my bath. My fur - it's horribly out of place. You can't expect an artith to work in theth conditions... path me the fur product ma, gotta fixth thith cow lick...

And theth paws - tho dirty -

Oh hey - I never noticed this blanket clashed with my towel. How tacky...

*YAWN* Ah, I'll show you how awesome I am later. I need a nap after all that work.

What do you mean, I'M TOO FAT?!?

What? Excuse me? I'm certainly NOT too large for this basket. It's just SNUG.

You're not laughing AT me, are you? It's not my fault they make these things so small.

A profile? Certainly. If you'll note, I have a fine little double chin, as is expected in my breed...

If I didn't have 'neck floof', my friends and admirers would assume you STARVE me. Now, we wouldn't want that, would we mom?

Attack of the killer pink bankie

At first it seemed so innocent. I was mostly interested in the ribbon tie...

And then I discovered the complete hideousness of the bankie auntie had put upon me. How could she? I thought she loved me.

And thus, I tried my hardest to destroy the offending mass of ugly pinkness, tearing at it with fang and claw.

But to no avail. No matter how much I tore at it... she only giggled and placed it back on my head. *sigh* What have I done, auntie? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Building the Stuff

Mom got a new organizer, just for me! Now let's see - how does this go together... 15 pieces of part A... 20 million thing-a-majigs screw into that wooden scratching post...

I think I'm missing two of part AA. One... two... twelve... fourty five... yeah, only 6. I need 7, so I'm missing 2. No three.

I think it would be more creative to use THIS to attach the shelves, not dowels. Dowels are too fun to bat to use as shelf pegs.

Oh hey, I did this SUPER good, look at all my parts left over...

Huh. A whole bag of nails. I have NO idea where this should have gone. Maybe if I hide it, mom won't notice.

Art Assistant

I'm helping... really...

** yawn **

Costco for Kittehs

Where's Mah GRAVY!

I don't see NO gravy cans and NO mousies. You call this shopping?! Epic FAIL mom.

Oh wait - is that a mouse tail I see?

Hey - you know - if you give this to me, I might forgive you. Bacon heals all.

Well, it's not the best fit. I think my butt is on a cucumber. But it'll do, mom. It'll do.