my new video

Hadn't done one of these in a while. It's short and just shows my amazing skills. I love Greenie bag more than the Greenie treats themselves.

my other kind of birthday

A year ago today I flew from Idaho and met my new parents for the very first time. I was a lot smaller then. I still like getting shipped around in carriers. Especially like to get in it when it's cold out and everybody turns the heat off.
Mom's getting stuff ready for Christmas. I just checked out this Pointsetting plant. It's not edible because it isn't real. But I might give it another go later.

thanks

Mom needed some help with her baking.
She was missing one key ingredient:
Catnip!Who can resist apron strings?I know Thanksgiving was yesterday.
I'm thankful every day for Mom's warm belly.

Buster rule #3619

Warm air feels good on the butt.

close-ups

I'd like to talk to you today about something very serious. Wait one second while I grab a little shut-eye.Oh yeah, I wanted to tell all my many fans that just because I don't blog more often doesn't mean I don't love you all. Without opposable digits I don't type very well. I'm not even a very good hunt-and-pecker. I have to rely on dictating to dad and he's not always in the mood to translate my thoughts into keystrokes.
I hope I haven't worn out my welcome already.

Buster rule #4328

There's something in every hole.Oh, yeah. Willie's doing much better. Mom and Dad are forcing delicious, fish-flavored medicine down his throat. He gags and runs away. Something about Irritable Bowl Syndrome.

my friend Willie

My friend Willie has been out of the office the last few days, and I'm not liking it one bit. He's been staging a hunger strike, but he doesn't have a cause he's protesting (unless he's tired of really bad tasting food - I tend to get the best stuff). I've been told Willie has had problems with his stomach/intestines since day one six years ago. This is a little gross, but it seems he has trouble holding food in both ends. If it's not one thing it's the other. How can such a happy, fat cat have such problems. So Mom and Dad took him away after three days of not eating to a doctor who did X-rays and another one who did Ultrasonics and they had to put ivy in his arm (which doesn't sound pleasant - who wants a plant in their arm?). After ruling a bunch of things out, the latest is that he doesn't have cancer or lumps of undigested carpet fibers. His blood and pee look good to the doctors (I try to stay away from those, personally). So we're waiting for the final word from the doctors. I'm personally glad this is all happening because Willie should be happier when his troubles are figured out. I'm also happy because his hospital bill is making mine look like chimp change.