Company is EXHAUSTING

It's all I could do to crawl up on mom's lap, after they were gone.

Even Donut could hardly move. He didn't budge from the hall rug.

More Donut

He's everywhere! No matter where I run, he's there...

On my Futon.

On my Futon even MORE.

In my BASKET.

On my COUCH.

On my VELVET Duvet.

OWNING my Couch.

Donut Arrives - he of the Large Paws

Krispy Cream - aka Donut my Butler arrived yesterday. Hrmph.

I was forced to remind everyone that some toys are MINE.

HEY - Hey wait! That's MINE!

No seriously, that's mine - oh hey, you have smells...

He looks too innocent. I think it's all an act.

I know for a fact he can't be so innocent. I never was.

The fluff for brains and soft meows -- all for show.

Maybe I should give him some of my kibble. He does look a little skinny...

Stupid Dress Up

I hate dress up. Apparently, granma loves it. Wee.

It's almost as painful to look at as it is to go through.

And this time HE was watching.

Edumucated

I enjoy laying next to shakespeare and absorbing the dust and words. Mom says it doesn't work, but I swear it does. It edumucates me.

Oh hey, can you get a profile for the portfolio?

Thanks. I been working on my modeling again. If I'm gonna pay for that Butler, I'm gonna need more kibble. I wonder if she has any extra stashed around here...

Mama doesn't see the dust back here because it's kinda dark. She makes funny little noises when she sees it in pictures. Which is odd, because I thought she must LIKE dust. Anyway, I like getting back here mostly because I'm darned hard to REMOVE.

Who would want to move me, anyway? Ooh - maybe I could get higher...

Nah. All this rooting around has me exhausted. This is also a PRIMO nap spot. Leaves the hindquarters a bit exposed... but fun cords to play with and she can't see me.

Oh hey, mom, you didn't hear that, ok? Go back to playing your game.

Yawn... you still here? This is the 'alternate' sleep position. Perfect spot for easy head scritches, but can be in danger of getting pulled off the computer table. Too tired to move now...zzzzz....

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.