Six years ago today my father died. In his honor, I'm going to pick the coldest day of the year to hang the outside Christmas lights. He'd be so proud! :)
I'm curious as to this new habit of yours. See, before, you rarely chased your own tail, and suddenly you've started doing it. Every night. Loudly. In the tub. At 2:00 a.m. WTF?
Your sister Posh thinks you're insane, and I'm starting to agree with her. What's up with that?
Also, I'm impressed - I thought you were too dumb to understand English, but asking you if your meows mean you want to be picked up and bothered makes you run away now. It amuses us.