There's something wrong with FatBoy tonight. He was reading a book (The Best Cat Ever, by Cleveland Amory) and then he left for awhile, and brought me the biggest pile of Wendy's Fries I've ever seen. Then, he fed them to me and brushed me afterwards.

I think I'll take him to the vet tomorrow. I'm hoping it's nothing serious.

Only two more months before I turn 8 years old - woo hoo!

FatBoy took me to see Doctor Cold this morning. "Annual physical" or something like that. About an hour before we left, FatBoy gave me a strange new pill (called Diazepam) which was supposed to calm me down. Well, it didn't work - nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah. So, I had a seizure in the LOBBY this morning, and not on the sidewalk. That'll learn him.

At least I was able to squeeze out a fecal sample right there in the lobby, while I was kicking and frothing. Why isn't everyone happy?

Sorry about not posting lately. Nothing wrong, other than it's too HOT outside.

For breakfast, I had the usual: Grammy's Pot Pie (yummm). Then, FatBoy let me lick the bowl after his lunch (lentil soup). Then, I started lettin' em rip and had to relocate after each microburst!

Sandra-Bob then offered this wisdom:

Beans, beans, the magical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So lift your leg, and let them squeal!