unless we move home to los angeles. i hope we go home. i don’t like my feet touch. http://www.musherssecret.net
i guess there’s a new guy everyone is happy about…maybe i won’t have to live in the dog house after all the food is gone, whew!
i was just busted getting into my person’s handbag eating a chunk of her reeses crunchy bar…i’m kinda hyper now…it was goooooood…i’ll be sick later
cats. whaddaya gonna do? heh heh…i can think of a few things….
my brother, Ricky…he’s always been jealous of me although i was here first. he’s now 13, we have the same birthday one year apart…sometimes he steals my ball just to be mean, he doesn’t really like to play…he just likes to walk…. i love him anyway…when he first came i dragged him around the yard by his ear….