Post-Thanksgiving Report

Well, I went to Nihad's for Thanksgiving, while Mom went to her parents' house. I wish she could have brought me home, because I love my grandpa Bill, but Mom said her huskies like to eat kitties.

Anyway, Nihad's house was fun. Especially when I got to run off house guests. One of Nihad's friends from Nablus, Leo was visiting along with his wife. They live in Kansas City now and have two useless housecats who sleep all the time. So I took it upon myself to educate them about feral cat behavior. Not only did I do a lot of howling, I also bit Leo's wife on the ankle. Mom called her from down south and apologized. What was I supposed to do? She was sitting on my couch.

I think Nihad is mad at me because I drug my butt across his newly-cleaned carpet to get rid of litterbox hangers-on. He called mom and told her that that was a clear sign I was ready to go home. Whatever. Mom keeps asking me how such an intelligent creature can't get the hang of using toilet paper. I asked her how someone fluent in a 2,000 year old dead language can't seem to program a VCR. Meow! Hisssssssss!

I hope all you humans shared your turkey with your kitties.

Sasha Louise