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     Well, Wooly’s back to his old self–selfish and grumpy. I’ll tell what I don’t like about him–it’s because mom’s brushes him EVERY NIGHT! Can you believe it? Mom says she has to because he is so hairy, and if she didn’t, we would all be breathing his hair. I think it’s because he’s been around longer (who hasn’t?). No, what I really don’t like about him is the looks he gives me and Hilde while mom brushes him–its so smug and spiteful at the same time. Makes me want to attack him! One day I will–wait and see.

Kasha was being a pain today. She didn’t want to do anything. She wouldn’t go outside and play with me or Hilde. Wooly was still upset about his teeth and so was still cranky. Last night he was very sleepy and did not even try to eat his rice. He was really upset when he couldn’t chew his Milkbones, and all he did was growl at me when I ate mine in front of him. Hey, it’s not my fault mom made him go, and now he has a sore mouth. But, boy, you should have been around when he tried to bite that bone. He doesn’t scare me though; he’s mostly all bark and no bite–no pun intended (hee hee).

     Wooly had to get his teeth cleaned today. I sure am glad it’s not me. Mom took him early this morning, so I just slept until she got back. Maybe I’ll go with her this afternoon when she picks him up from the vet. I doubt it, though, it is still very windy and a little on the coolish side for me. Hilde looked and looked for Wooly this morning; she hadn’t groomed him yet. She does that every morning–beats me why. When I try it, all I get is a mouthful of hair. She probably knows something I don’t. She is a lot older than I am, you know.

     I had to go to the vet today, what a drag. Mom told me I had to get some shots and some obscene liquid that Dr. Eitelman squirts up my nose. Mom didn’t tell me I had to get a complete physical though. Those are so embarrassing, especially with everybody looking at me. He told me I had to go on a diet and lose some of my gorgeous pounds. He poked and prodded and went to places no human had any business going. I’m not going back, I can tell you that for sure!

     The only upside to this day was riding in the car with mom, and then going to Pet Smart after the Ordeal I was put through. I picked out a red ball that bounces really high and makes a plethora of noises. I think all dogs–maybe some cats or whatnot–should have one. But only after and if they go through what I did!!!

     I did not do very much today. I kinda watched all the dogs do their thing, and it was boring.
     My mom was sick today, and she stayed in bed almost all day. I, of course, stayed with her all the time, well, except for the times I had to go outside. And, would you believe it, I couldn’t find a bit of privacy today. Mom always makes sure I can be by myself for at least five minutes, but Wooly would not go away. Every time I turned around, there he was–watching. I finally gave up and went back in the house. Maybe mom will take me out later if she’s feeling better. Gracious, what a day!

     Kasha and I had fun today play fighting. She runs and I catch her, we rear up on our back legs, and use our hands to give each other a high five. I know humans must think this is crazy, but it is harmless fun. But, we always quit when we see mom coming towards us waving her arms and yelling incoherently. She is such a spoilsport. I don’t know what she is thinking, but I am in control all the time. But, then, tomorrow is another day (where have I heard that before?).

     I got this email from a brand new friend; hope you like it–I do, although I’ve never had a cat friend before.

     He did it!!!!!! I knew he was very good, but now I think he’s totally AWESOME. He had a little trouble with his acceptance speech, but what do you expect? He’s just a kid. and he was very nervous. I would be too if I had just won the Heisman Trophy. Can you imagine? He now joins the ranks of Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White. Gosh, this is so totally unreal. Now, dad will be happy for a very long time, at least until the OU-Florida game on January 8, 2009. If OU wins that one, dad will be happy, happy, happy, which means good things for the rest of us. You should have seen him clapping from his chair last night when Sam’s name was announced as the winner. He was almost as excited as Sam, maybe more so. Dad loves his Sooners so much–maybe as much as he loves mom. Well, not quite. But, I have a new hero–Sam Bradford. He brings so much pleasure to so many people.