November 16th 2005 9:02 am
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Hola, amigos. Well, life is pretty cushy at my place. Almost every night Daddy builds a big fire in the fireplace and I spend all evening roasting myself on the hearth rug.

It was a long summer without any fires, but I was too warm to enjoy them anyway. Summertime plus fur equals one hot kitty. However, back in early October, it must have gotten cold enough, because I heard the familiar sounds of Daddy breaking up kindling in the basement. I dared not get my hopes up, though. It was only when Daddy came in with an armload of wood and opened the fireplace doors that I let myself get excited! The fire was back! Pretty soon there was a nice cheery fire going and I parked myself in my spot next to the hearth and slowly rotated myself for several hours to warm all sides of me. It felt so good. Now I expect there to be a fire every day and when there isn't one I get upset.

Mama and Daddy call me "rotisserie cat" because of the way I roll over to roast myself. They also give me lots of tummy scratches when I'm next to the fire. Warm fire plus lots of scratches equals one very happy kitty. Aaaaaah.