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.

Happy Birthday Mom!

I'm glad you've had the opportunity to get to know me these last few months. You sure are a nice lady. I was going to get you a present, but then I realized having me is like getting a present every day. The only thing that would make you even more perfect than you already are, is if you'd open the drawer where the Greenies are kept whenever I want in there. That means stopping what your doing at all times, and opening the drawer, not just thinking about it and telling me "no." If something's burning on the stove, it doesn't really matter in the whole scheme of things, does it now? This sitting around, begging stuff is getting old, but I digress.

cake

My special friend/fan brought me a cupcake. Just my size! You can't tell in the picture but there's a dog picture in the icing. I guess she tried really hard to find one with a cat picture on it, but no luck. Well, I am honored that she tried so hard. I don't know why, but I just have this effect on people. They're always bending over backwards for me.

year one

My first year has come and gone.
Left my Momma for a new town.
I haven't grown as much as I want.
This is the life of Buster Brown.

They say I'm sleek and sable.
They say I'm a funny clown.
My parents have been OK, I guess.
This is the life of Buster Brown.

In a cage they take me places.
It doesn't get me down.
I feel safer in there sometimes.
This is the life of Buster Brown.

I love Raja and Willie lots.
I don't ever wear a frown.
My eyes are kind of sad though.
This is the life of Buster Brown.

Thanks for following my blog.
It's achieved great renown.
Everybody checking out
This life of Buster Brown.