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Wisdom from the Heat Vent

Ugh. A New Dog.

Yes, we have a new dog. Yeah, she's a total moron. Of course, I can't bring myself to hate her. Big ol' softy.

If you want to know my thoughts on the matter, you'll have to see Isis' diary. For once, we are of one mind.

Over and out,
The Muffin Man

From the Desk of The Muffintop:

Helloooo, Catfriends! Muffintop here, just checking in. It's been quite a while since my last entry. Mom's new job keeps her in front of the computer all day, so now she wants nothing to do with The Laptop when she's at home. Dad's a horrible typist, and can't take dictation, and I don't much care for the keyboard on The Laptop...so you see, we're at an impasse (as they say).

Things are much the same as ever here, although I'm due for another tooth cleaning soon. Not really looking forward to that at all. Nosirree Bob. I take solace in knowing that Delphi has to go to the vet soon, too. Shots or something. Ahem.

I had another birthday, as did Isis and Delphi. We're all of us a year older, a year wiser, and a good bit fatter, I daresay (Even Isis is developing 'The Pouffy Tummy'). I've been having a new wet food these days, too. Mom says it's better for me than Fancy Feast or the Meow Mix Wet Food, and I'm inclined to agree. This stuff's got CALAMARI (visible calamari, even. You can totally see the little rings of sweet delicious Sea Creature mingling in a delightful sauce), SHRIMP, TUNA, sometimes some perfectly steamed white rice.

I confess, I had no idea such luxury existed. Pet Gold, I adore you.

Well, then. I suppose I should give Her Majesty some computer time before Mom puts away the laptop!

Over and Out,
Nerosan

Warning! Springtime Rant Ahead!

I lay here on the back of the armchair near the window, listening to the new yet familiar sounds of thunder and rain drifting along outside. They are muffled when one is indoors; not nearly as loud as it was when the rain dripped off my nose and I huddled in semi-dry corners or in the shelter of a shrub.

Ah, but you've heard it all before, Catfriends. My springtime rant. It's always the same. The weather begins to get warmer, The Vent often fails me in my quest for heat, and the sounds of thunder begin to scrabble through these cozy walls.

It is time for The Porch, dear readers. Time for Springtime Nerosan, bawling at the closed door in order to be let out, all the while, loving my life indoors. It is not easy being so conflicted. Alas, such is the life of a stray, when he's made a comfortable living on is own, and then makes an even more comfortable one as an esteemed family member in a home that was generous enough to help an ol' fella out.

If we could just find a balance of indoors and outdoors, I'd be well-pleased. But I watch the busy street from my window and know that Mom's wise to keep me in (unless I'm wily enough to escape).

So, you see, The Porch is my only link to my former life in the outdoors, and I can't wait until it's 'Cat-Ready' for Spring!

I hope all of my Catfriends are having a lovely Spring so far.

Your Little Buddy,
Nerosan, The Muffin Man