It's official -- mommy's neglect

It's official. Mommy has been neglecting me and writing about my life in this blog.


How do I know? Tonight when she tried to log in, she couldn't remember the password. (She has some rhyme and reason to her passwords that she, herself, can't always keep straight). She had to reset it.

My life has been pretty sedate and boring since that time my guardian angel brought me back.

Daddy and Mommy complain that I've gained weight. Well, maybe if they walked me more often -- like every night, not every other night, Daddy!, and Mommy, you keep promising to walk me in the morning, but never do -- then maybe I'd lose some weight.

I can't blame it all on cookies that Grampa gives me, nor on my expert hovering underneath the Little Crying Thing's high chair. It's quite a good place to be under. A constant stream of Cheerios, occasional cheese bites and bread fall down my way. Sometimes he throws them on the floor. To practice throwing I guess. Or to see the food fall on the floor. I'm not sure. But other times he actually feeds me! And he gigles when he does it. He likes it. (Unlike Mommy and Daddy who never let me eat off the table)

I'm beginging to like the Little Crying Thing a bit more. He's a bit bigger now. And instead of crawling, he's started to walk. Well, actually dawdle and run. The only problem is that he never seems to be aware of my tail and steps on it.

I tried not to jump and growl but I can't always catch myself. It surprises me.

And I don't understand why is he so in love with the vacuum cleaner, my arch enemy. He loves to go to it and look at it and touch it and move it and play with it. ANd sometimes he even moves it towards me. It scares me so much.

And he also loves the broom. Why? First he used it as a cain, then he started mimicking Mommy when she sweeps and now he just holds it in his hand like it's some sort of javelin. And he always seem to be moving in my direction with it!

Mommy tells him not to do that, but I guess he doesn't understand. He thinks it's funny. That it's all giggles and laughs.

Doesn't he know about vacuum cleaners? I try to tell him. I bark and bark and bark, but to no avail. He still keeps playing with it.