Meow.

It's past my mealtime!

It's 7:30AM & no one is awake to feed me. It seems to be a trend on the weekends that my breakfast is served at many different times, depending on when Amber & Matt wake up. I've grown accustomed to not receiving it as early as I normally do during the week, but I've also worked on some tricks to wake them up.

I've got a mouse with a bell on it's tail. If I bat that around a couple of times, they're sure to hear it. Or, I could wap at that ball I got for Christmas from Matt's sister. It lights up and makes a pretty annoying sound as soon as it starts rolling. Actually, even that annoys me. I've taken to my most recent gift: a ping pong ball. When I hit that around the room, you'd think someone was playing ping pong. I can always just sit at their door and scratch until they wake up.

Actually, I think I'll sneak into the bedroom, since it appears they were dumb enough to leave the door open. Amber is usually easier to get up. If she has any skin not underneath a blanket, I'll just nudge her with my nose. The wetness of it is usually enough to get her up. Otherwise, all I have to do is stand near her face, normally on her chest or her shoulder, start kneeding into the blanket & if that doesnt work, add a swipe to the mix. Don't worry, I don't swipe at her face, I'll get her on the top of the head someplace.

I will continue to do this every time she fakes me out as if she's getting up. I've got all the time in the world. Well, before I go back to sleep.

I think that I'm going to keep my hair long.

I wore my hair very short when I first moved from Kenosha to Chicago (as pictured above), and generally keep it so in the summer to mitigate against the hot weather. Then, usually in October or November, I grow my hair out to puffball proportions just to keep warm. My new Chicago environment, though, is carefully climate controlled so that my hairstyle is purely aesthetic instead of functional. So, I've decided not to lose my winter fur. Well, I should rephrase, I loose bags and bags of fur every day, but I think I'll just keep the long hair growing back. Also, now that I'm a cool Chicago cat, I don't want to look like I have Kenosha soccer-mom hair. I think I'm going to enjoy having long, puffy hair year round, except for when a poop gets stuck to my butt fur unbeknownst to me, and I walk around with a dingle berry until Matt or Amber give me an assist. That's the only downside (that I can see) of constantly growing and shedding this long, luxurious fur.

Quick update

This is my buddy Paul. Normally, I toss him around the room, body slam him or otherwsie chew on one of his extremities. Last night, I decided to be nice to him & let him sleep on my bath mat
with me. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.
















Here's another picture of me on my bath mat, in one of my favorite positions.

Nicknames

My parents (my mom mainly) have nicknames for me. None of them make any sense. When I first moved in, I was called "Potato face" & "Potato head." What? I don't even know what that means. Lately, it's been Steven Beneaner. Beneaner? Are you serious? How do you expect me to remember my name if you keep calling me these other names?

Don't even get me started on the Steve the Cat song or the weird voices.

What am I doing on the computer on the weekend anyway? Time to get back to sleeping. I'll stake out a place on the couch so Amber & Matt have to situate themselves around me. I run this house.