I was getting a little jealous, hearing about all these cats that have their own blogs. I don't have MY own blog. So the Woman said I could write the occasional post on her blog. Which is ok by me, because writing a whole blog would take away from my napping and preening.
I'll tell you a bit about myself first, because it's really all about me. My name is Pooh Bear (I can't believe that's my name. The vet calls me Poo, which PISSES ME OFF!) and I am a gorgeous black and white cat. I came from humble barn beginnings, but the Woman recognized that I had that "special something" and she whisked me away to become the royalty that I am today.
The Woman has FINALLY started calling me "his highness", and honestly, I don't know why it took her 9 years to figure that out. (She's a bit slow, but I do fancy her.)
So last night, I was having this WONDERFUL dream. I was chasing birds from tree to tree, frolicking and laughing. The Woman thought I was having a seizure. She SAYS that my ears were twitching and my feet were shaking. She tried to wake me up, but I was deep into my dream, and was resisting her efforts. When I did wake up, she scared the S&^% out of me. Seriously, Woman, do I wake you up when you're having your "good" dreams about Matthew Maconaughey? Oh, that's right. I do wake you up. Well, regardless, you shouldn't have woken ME up.
Then, she had the nerve to chase me around the house to try and take my latest kill from me. Nevermind that it was a rumpled up piece of celephane - it was MY celephane, and I had stalked it and pounced. I growled and hissed, but the Woman would not stop trying to take my prize. Had she waited a mere hour or so, I would've left it on her bed where she sleeps, but NOOOO, she had to have it right then.
Whew! This blogging stuff is tiring. YAWN! I think I'll go sit in the windowsill and watch it rain (code for nap). I will talk to you peeps again soon. Peace out!