Scampi Cheek

As most of you know by reading Dad's posts, I've been a naughty kitty. I thought it was going to be fun to run and play outside and, in retrospect, not so much. I'm back and enjoying the creature comforts of home. My cousin Tink Cheek and I are already chasing each other through the house and playing like nothing ever happened. Ahhh, it's a cat's life.

The vet said I did really well with my surgery and I'm at home and resting comfortably. That vet's got jokes...he wrote 'Shrimp' Scampi on my name tag at the clinic. He said I am a sweet little girl.

I have to go to the vet on Friday, so look what I'm getting as a bribe. So excited!

Tic toc, tic toc ... I know that cat carrier Dad got means we're going somewhere. I'm so excited!

I have no idea why Dad doesn't like it when I put my food on the floor then bat it all over the kitchen. Geesh!!!

Dad just put that flea stuff on the back of my neck, and I really don't like it much. He thinks I didn't hear him on the phone with the vet earlier either, but I'm pretty sure I have an appointment next week. Something about getting spayed. I didn't know he was gonna teach me to play cards!

We are playing fetch this morning. We always enjoy that game, almost as much as 'Pet Me, Bite You'.

Yes, I'm a cat. Yes, I like to play fetch. Die, Duckie, die!

Thanks, Uncle Brett, I love my crunchy scrunchy toy thingy!

Helping my pops with some homework