Today I woke up at 5am and wanted to play.

I jumped off the bed and went to the closet to get my favorite fishing pole toy.

I was having a hard time getting it out of the closet, so Grover came to help me.

Neither one of us could get it out though - it must have been caught on something.

Grover went into the closet to investigate at the same time mom got out of bed, said "No, Piggy. It's not playtime." She firmly shut the closet door and I got back into bed and we went to sleep.

About an hour later we heard a scratching sound coming from the closet. We both sat up and looked at the closet door. Then mom looked at Grover's pillow and noticed he wasn't there.

"Oh, Grover!" she said and opened the door and he got all sorts of kisses and hugs.

Harrumph.

I can't figure out why it took the stupid furry thing a whole hour to complain about being locked in there!

Maybe he fell asleep in there like I did once on that pile of snowboarding clothes.

Hmmm...maybe it's more comfortable in there than on the bed.

I'm going to have to try it out!

I am back to sleeping in the bed with Grover and my mom.

I didn't have a choice - it was either get back in bed or let Grover gloat about how HE gets to sleep against mom's belly every night.

And you know I don't want to be hearing that.

Serious.

I have not slept in the bed in a few days and my mom is sad.

I don't know why I haven't. Maybe it's the fan. Maybe it's the AC. Maybe I'm just feeling cranky. I really don't know.

However, I still make sure to come into the bedroom in the middle of the night, jump on the bed, wake up Grover and make him get off the bed before I go back to sleep on the chair in the studio.

Why should he be comfortable if I can't be?
Harrumph.

I'm cranky.

I had a bath last night.

The whole works - ears, nails, etc.

I'm getting sick of it.

Grover never has to take baths. Not once since I've known him as he been stuck in the big kitchen sink and rubbed all over with scrubby gloves and Baby Shampoo.

But me, happens all the damned time!

Not fair.

I do not like the fan blowing on me.

I had to sleep in the studio last night because it was annoying my ears.

And, Grover, if you are reading this, I know you snuck under the covers into my spot against mom's belly and I'm not happy about it.

Tonight, fan or no fan, I am sleeping there, so don't get any ideas!

I like rolling.

It's fun.

I roll on my back and then I lay there with my paws in the air and my neck bent all funny and then I swish myself back and forth like a fish out of water.

I like to wag my tail. Sometimes it forms a giant question mark. I like to hit things with it, particularly Grover.

I like to chew on hair clips.

Or just hair.
 
XO
 
Piggy

Hi

This is Grover.

Listen, Piggy is a brat.

Last night I was sleeping all nicely and what not next to my mom and at 2:00 in the morning Piggy wakes up and starts romping around.

So of course, he has to jump on me and wake me up and make me get off the bed, too.

Then we started playing with the crinkle ball.

Then mom got up and hid the crinkle ball in the basket in the bathroom (we saw where you put it!).

Then we started rolling around in the studio.

Then we got squirted with the squirt bottle.

Then mom got really mad and screamed, "Grover! Piggy! STOP IT!"

Notice how she said MY name first, as if I had anything to do with it.

I got lucky though, because a few minutes later, after we had knocked over the garbage can and I started hissing loudly, she got up, grabbed Piggy and took him into bed with her. She held him tight and said, "NOW STAY HERE AND GO TO SLEEP!"

Then she said, "Grover, get up here and go to bed."

So I did. Because I'm a good boy, not a bad boy.

Piggy's face was full of disdain as she held him there.

And I just smiled and went to sleep.

Love,

Grover

Cherry tomatoes still on the vine.

They are fun.

And cute.

And, I must look especially adorable sleeping next to them, because I didn't even get yelled at for carrying some into my mom's bed and curling up around them.

I like the little wire twisties that come on loaves of bread.

I untwist them from the bread myself and take them over to my blue plaid blanket where I chew and chew and chew...

Until my mom realizes what it is I'm eating and then she takes it away because she thinks I'll get poked with the wire or choke on the thing.

Good thing she doesn't know about the secret stash of them I've got under the bed.

I had a bath today.

And my ears cleaned.

And my nails clipped.

And my eyes wiped.

And I got yelled at because I knocked the lamp over and the bulb broke.

Some days nothing goes my way.

Harrumph.

Oh my gosh! The BIGGEST THING EVER was on the wall near the ceiling!

I was napping all comfy-like on the computer monitor and this thing was so freaking gigantic it actually woke me up with the noise it made as it undulated along the wall.

It was HUGE!

My mom saw me wake up and stand up and stare (I'm sort of like a Pointer dog that way) and she screamed.

I was so excited because I thought for sure she'd let me kill it for her, but no.

She ran into the kitchen and got her camera and a big can of Raid.

I don't know if she got any good pictures of the creature, but she sprayed so much Raid that the house smells like a chemical factory.

Then she was on the floor with Clorox Bleach Wipes, picking up bug carcass and cleaning any Raid residue and telling us to stay away.

She ruined all the fun!

I like the little silver balloon on a stick.

It is fun to play soccer with.

I pick up the stick in my mouth and carry the balloon around with me. I like to take it into the bed.

I like to look at my face in the reflective surface of the balloon.

I am a handsome devil.

There is a fly in here and he's driving me CRAZY!

He teases me. He taunts me.

He flies right near me and I bat at him and almost hit him, but then he sits just high enough on the wall where I can't catch him.

Bastard.

You just wait, fly.

You just wait...

I like to jump on the windowsill and wrap myself up in the long, muslin curtains.

I do this all the time and I think I look really cute all snug as a bug in a rug.

Yesterday though, I got a bit over-zealous in my twisting about and I pulled the curtains down.

Then I had to go meow loudly at my mom to fix them.

She's good like that.

I was spared a bath this morning because there is no hot water!
Ha ha!!!

You need to know this.

Do NOT lick the bar of soap.

Serious.