I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille ...

The human and her camera - sometimes she works my last nerve with that thing. She's been chasing me around the house trying to get a new picture of me. Now I know how Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise must feel like when the paparazzi come after them with the flashes going off left and right. Finally, I think, if I just give her a five minute photo opportunity, she'll leave me alone. But she's back at it the next day - I think she thinks she's going to take a really good picture some day so she's practicing on me. Being as handsome as I am, I should be used to it. But the camera is a very intrusive device.

Real men can dance the feather dance, too!

Here I was, minding my own business and the human sneaks up on me. This picture makes me look rather like I enjoy the feather dance. I mean, well I do, but it's something I prefer to do in private. I seem to be 'losing' my feathers - the human mumbles something about my shredding the toys around the house - just because one day she went out of the house with some of the feather in her hair. And she's going to blame me because she didn't check herself before she went out of the house and the guy at the Starbuck's drive-through window told her he liked her feather! One should take better care of their own appearance as opposed to seeking excuses in one's pets! Just a word to the wise!

Because I Can!

Dogs are not the only animal in the world that can do it! Cats can, too! Lick themselves that is! The family jewels so to speak, aren't what they used to be. Everyday, I check to see if they've been returned to their former glory. But, alas, they are mere shells of what they used to be! However, I still have the testosterone flowing through my veins. I've been thinking that there is too much estrogen around this house so I've been mixing it up with a little 'male cologne' if you get my drift. The human sure has and is busy searching the internet for 'Tips and Techniques' on curbing said behavior - good luck - god speed!

Women, they just can't leave me alone!

Do I look happy folks? Just what I really like about humans - how they have to kiss you after they've been out for a night of drinking and carousing. I was minding my own business when in bursts a boat load of people. All of whom felt a great need to buss me! Now I'm just as friendly as the next guy but I don't like to throw myself at strangers! And I'm not a fan of tequila! Well, it's week 16 and here I am - I was quite helpful with the Christmas decorations - I helped to determine which ornaments were securely attached to the tree - everyone should have someone help them determine the ornament stability of one's tree. Trust me, you'll lose fewer ornaments in the long run. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Maybe the human will have some Christmas-y pictures to post next week.

I'm not feeling the love this week!

The human left, some guys took care of us - and they sure were not impressed with my magnificence! A guy could get a complex around here! Oh, it's week 13 - that's it - 13 must not be my lucky number! I've been feeling sorry for myself - getting this close to the holiday season - I was thinking I was going to be homeless throughout the holidays. How would Santa find me? In my hunting around the house, I think I came across my Christmas present! I think I'm beginning to worm my way into the human's heart - I've been practicing my pitiful look as the human so accurately captured in this picture! I don't think Cesu and Sybil will ever like me though - they could be a problem!

Damn, I look good in Leopard Skin!

Week 10 finds me in pretty much the same situation I was in at the beginning of this whole story! Confined to my own room at night and forced confinement when I have pushed the limits of Sybil's tolerance (which means pretty much five minutes after Sybil starts hissing at me, I end up in solitary confinement!). I really have gotten accustomed to hanging with the human once she gets home. I haven't really been hanging out on the lap - it's not big enough - she loves it when I fall off. She thinks she's not as fat as she used to be! I don't know - she's always looked the same to me - and frankly, I just don't pay attention to that sort of thing. I wish she ate more meat - then I could sneak things off her plate - she eats a lot of green stuff. Yuck! I've taken over the leopard kitty bed - it's nice and roomy. Kind of stinks like Cesu but I can over look that! I do look rather handsome in my bed - don't I?