long cat. . . .

Well, it's been awhile.

No excuses;

we could blame it on

the Big Two Legged One,

but honestly,

we've just been sleeping a lot.

Pişi sleeps a bit more than I do.

She is getting older.

Sometimes I walk up to her

and sniff her,

just to make sure she's still

breathing.

I'm telling you, when she's asleep, she's really out of it,

and it can be hard to tell.

I was just going to walk over

and take a picture of her

on her multitude of beds,

and wouldn't you know it,

she woke up:

We have these beds all over the house.

BTLO bought two for me,

but the minute she brings one home,

ol' stinky up there moves in on it,

fills it with her scent,

and then I really don't want to sleep in it.

I just flop down where ever I can.

. . . and then there's the matter of my size.

Two of our other human friends,

Joanne & Erin,

say I'm not fat, I'm "poofy,"

and I really prefer that interpretation

of my expanding girth,

but you've all seen me when I'm shaved:

I'm not that fat.

Really.

But I am big.

Bigger than the average female cat.

After I moved in with

BTLO,

when I was two,

I kept growing,

so now I take up a fair amount of room

on a couch or a bed, or even a floor.

Mom -- woops, I mean the BTLO --

has just about decided

I'm pure Maine Coon,

an assessment I'll go along with.

At the very least,

I have royal blood.

So this only means I was all the more interested

when I learned of this boy-cat

named Stewie,

the longest cat in the world,

a Maine Coon who measures in

at 4 feet long.

Here he is

and a story about him:

( stewie at People.com )

Now, I don't know about you, but I think

he's one hot boy cat.

I love his face.

I'm putting pictures of him

inside my travel case,

where I do sleep sometimes,

because no one bothers me there.

No one.

Not even the BTLO, because

she thinks I'm afraid of the travel case,

when actually 

I've come to like it,

because most of the time,

when I get shoved into it,

I come out again in one of two

of my favorite places --

my groomer (I love getting groomed!)

or the BTLO's mom's house, aka: Kitty Nirvana.

So I go to sleep in it,

hoping when I wake up,

I'll be in one of those places.

But for now, I think I'll crash

on the couch.

See ya later,

love,

Squeak