24 September. 2006

Napped. Ate. Napped. Napped some more. Morning massage therapy session. Not bad.
Mom brought home a new pet a couple of weeks ago. Some scaly, cold-blooded thing. She calls him George. She says he's an iguana, and iguanas are vegitarians. She was considering a snake, but thought better of it on account of me becoming snake food. How thoughtful.
I often wonder why humans think they are so smart. Dogs are worse though. They run and fetch and do stupid tricks in a pathetic effort to please their "masters". Masters! Can you imagine?
Mom says we're moving soon. I pretend not to notice the goings-on of my household, but nothing gets by me. There are boxes everywhere. I asked her today, and she says we're getting a bigger place. Amber and Winston and I will have our own bedroom! I hate the thought of sharing my room with those beasts, but the extra space will be nice. She also says the new place has a balcony! I'm imagining myself basking in the sunlight right now... Purrrrrrr...