Summer in the City

I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy plotting my world takeover. And licking my hind parts.

This morning mom yawned and I stuck my furry paw in her mouth. That got her awake pretty quickly. It took her all morning to get the cat hair off her tongue. And then yesterday I popped her with a rubber band. Since, Nihad left, she's the only person I have left to torment. One of the main reasons Mom misses him is because his presence distracted me from biting her.

Yesterday I also tried to bust through the balcony door. Those stupid little birds keep flitting around out there, and I really want to eat them. I was getting a running start and charging the door, trying to break it down with my shoulder. Mom says we've been watcing too many episodes of Law & Order, but I actually learned how to break down doors from my Grandpa Bill, who is a kickass law enforcement agent. Don't let that facade fool you though. He's a closeted cat person. Mom and I sent him a couple DVDs for Father's Day BTW. He's like me--loves lots of action and violence.