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A Clown in a Tux

February 12th

So today has been a bit different. But only a bit. I have a little case of the runs, which I dislike since I do have a lot of hair around my tush and I have a hard time staying immaculate as I wish. Mommy had to give me a slight "butt cut" as she called it and I wasn't amused. But I didn't fuss since she was just trying to help me out, who wants to stink? Eww.

Two little boys live in his house with me. I don't see them much since I'm a new addition and I get to stay in mommy and daddy's room, but I know they are around. They are much shorter than mommy is and MUCH louder. Mommy says they are babies, and I'm not sure I think babies should be allowed to run wild haha! Anyway, the short ones are sick today so mommy stayed home from work to take care of them. She didn't have to since their grandma said she'd still come, but mommy can be anal about those types of things so she stayed instead. She came in to check on me and I had thrown up. I hardly remember this, but I did, because there it was on the carpet. Whoops, sorry. Dad cleaned it up, way to save a situation pops. They tried to give me some white lumpy stuff to eat, but I said no thanks and have yet to eat today. It's not stopping me though, I'm sleeping with Daddy and was a crazy guy earlier. I must have eaten something yucky that I don't recall. Last night WAS a good night for me. Mommy kept saying there was a tux on the loose and she was right, I was gunning for EVERYTHING!

But hey, it's good times right? I'm livin' the good life. I'm just sick of the squirts.

February 11th

Well, today was pretty uneventful. I woke up on mommy's arm purring loudly in her face. She loved it, I could tell. Her alarm went off but I didn't care much, I just sort of rolled over and fell back to sleep. Mom wasn't so lucky. I'm pretty lucky that I get fed and my box cleaned before mom even showers, look who is first priority ;) The rest of the day I slept with dad. He works during the night so I get to sleep with someone almost all the time. It's convenient, no complaints. Mom came home a little late tonight, I let her know I was starving. I hid the fact that dad had already fed me before he left, she didn't need to know that. Mom cleaned my box again, gave me a snack, and now I am vaulting around the room with my good pal Mouse. Mom likes me to get what she calls my "zoomies" out before she lays down. Not sure why...I can't see how it could bother her, I think she'd love my river dancing on her back while she lays there doing nothing else in the dark with her eyes closed. *shrugs*