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Get in My Belly

Sleep sweet, Fabs

We had to have our magnificent Fabio put to sleep on 3/29/07, just a month short of his 12th birthday. It's a very hard loss for our household, but he left us purring, and a very long, very rough week is finally over.

Thanks to everyone who made friends with Fabs here; he was a love-glutton his whole life, and here he found more attention and virtual belly-rubbing than he ever knew.

~~Matt and Maile, Shmool and Linus

Shmool's acting weird

He keeps wandering around the house, checking the doors, peering out the windows, inspecting the food. And he spends WAY too much time downstairs in the new sandbox.

He even looks at me weird.

Oh well. Lea and Chris were here and gave me a lot of food to eat and a good belly rub, and now I have the whole couch to myself. This is the life.

Sounds like Shmool's pooping again. Unbelievable.

Poor doormanship

I had to wait four hours for them to let me in the front door. And I know they saw me sitting there -- I could see them through the the screen, and I was singing to them the whole time. They kept saying something about going around and using my own door. But this IS my door!

So finally, just as I'm on the brink of starvation, Dad comes out to talk to me, and just babbles on about how I should be using my own door and learn to go around back and blah blah blah. And I knew I had already won, because now DAD IS OUTSIDE and all I have to do is just follow him back inside the house, right? So I get right under his legs when he opens the door and I sneak back in. I'm very clever about these things.

And then something bites me! Something big and horrible gets me by the tail and won't let go! So I yell at Dad, "Hey! What's the idea?" and try pulling real hard but something has a real nasty clamp on me so I make a grab for Dad's legs and then Linus comes running up so I make a grab for his nose and he starts growling at me and then Mom hears Dad's yelling and Linus's growling and my manly bellowing and comes running in while Shmool just stands there watching and all I can do is grab onto anything and anybody within reach.

And then Dad opens the door again and the biting finally stops and Linus glares at me while Mom wipes blood off his nose and Dad is hopping around on one foot with blood all over his ankle and Shmool just stares at me like this is my fault. And my tail hurts.

None of this would happen if Chris were here to work the door properly. Really, how hard can it be to just turn the knob when you hear the meow?