Ah, cool weather!

My favorite time of year!

I get to climb under the covers with my mom at night and sweat and make us both all sticky.

WAHOO!

Oh my gosh! The most amazing thing has happened to me!

My brother Rocky has found me!

I know, I know, it's unbelievable. Two years after we were born and went home with our own moms, he tracked me down.

And he even forgives me for torturing him when we were kittens!

Oh, he is gorgeous! Looks just like me, but is only half my size (I can't help it, I'm big boned!). Also, I have a dark patch on the tip of my nose and he has a dark patch to the right of his instead.

Oh, I wish you could see him - he is so very cute. His mom is named Lisa and he has her wrapped around his little paw just like I have my mom wrapped around mine. These humans, such suckers!

And, guess what?

He wears CLOTHES. I'm serious. I saw him in a Hawaiian shirt and in a costume. He told me he was rather embarrassed by it and from the look on his face (that same look of utter disdain I give my mom after she wipes my butt with baby wipes) I'd say he was telling the truth. But he looks awfully adorable!

I also saw him sitting on Santa's lap.

I wonder if Santa brought him presents?

Suddenly I'm thinking I may have been given to the wrong mom...

This morning I got sneak attacked!

Usually I get my bath in the kitchen sink - and I'm wise, so when I see my mom taking the scrubby gloves out of the bathroom and the baby shampoo out of the closet and putting a towel down on the floor, I run and hide under the bed.

This buys me at least a half hour more before I eventually get dumped in the dreaded sink, but at least it's a bit of a break.

Anyway, so today, this morning actually, my mom was in the shower and, as I always do, I jumped on the tub and walked around the back and peeked into the curtain.

And, the bitch grabbed me!!!

And took me in the shower with her!!!

And, she had her scrubby gloves on already!

I could NOT believe it.

She knelt down with me and scrubbed me all over and tried to talk all soothing-like to me, but I was not fooled. Harrumph.

I have to say, it wasn't really so horrible. I mean, the shower wasn't hitting me or anything, but I freaked at one point. Baths are bad enough, but SHOWERS?

So, I freaked and jumped out of the tub and she had to chase me, both of us all wet and naked, across the kitchen.

Well, she got what she deserved.

But, of course, she caught me.

Then I got rinsed off and dried in a big, white towel.

Then I cleaned myself with my tongue for the next forty-five minutes until I felt like me again.

At least I know tonight I won't be getting a bath.

But she's got another thing coming if she thinks I'm peeking at her in the shower again.

Hi:

It's Grover.

Listen. I eat the same food Piglet does.

And I am not a stinker, no matter what he says.

Harrumph.

Love,

Grover

My favorite blanket is blue and black plaid and I love it.

I like to drag it under the computer chair and curl up in it.

Sometimes I drag it over by the bookcase and curl up there.

And, if I see Grover curled up on it I chase him off and curl up in his warm spot.

It's MINE!

I don't know what Grover's been eating, but he just pooped and I had to run from the room! Sheesh!

Me and Grover keep smelling each other's butts.

I mean, a LOT.

So much so, that mom came over and checked both our butts to make sure nothing bad was going on down there.

It's not and we were both pretty insulted with the scrutinizing.

It's just really fun to butt sniff and you get a lot of information about a cat that way.

I have officially declared today "Butt Smelling Day".

Go smell a butt!

You'll learn something new every day!

You can say what you want about me and Grover hating each other, but when he's standing there hacking up a hairball, who's right beside him licking his head?

That's right. ME!

OK. I have discovered a new way of sitting.

It is very relaxing and soothing.

I think you should all try it right now.

It looks like this.

XO

Piggy

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!