Mother is telling me it's my turn to blog again. I've told her she has to find me, first.

So...you saw the post our mother made yesterday.   Can you imagine?  She seems to think, for some reason, that I should give blogging a try. Well, that crazy human woman may think it's a good idea, but I'm not sold on it. After all, anything that cuts anymore into my beauty sleep then the usual (i.e: eating, 'pursonal business', grooming) is...well, pretty unacceptable. Photo circa...2008. Maybe. Mother and myself. Murderous look due to interruption of daily beauty sleep time. Unacceptable. However since my mother has been good to me for the past 13 years, and since I know how badly that little poodle dog wants to come back to this Blogville place...I will try. For starters, I have been with mother since 2003. I was the last in a litter of 'Free Kittens' one of her neighbors cats had had, and with being the last and with no one who seemed to want to take me home I was about to be dumped at the pound. And then mother heard...

Momma's first fur-kid and my favoritest fur-sister Baby looks pretty good in Sepia, doncha think? Joining up today with my buddy Ruckus' Sepia Saturday blog hop!

No really...who is it?! First, hiding behind one of the leaves of Momma's plant in the living room... Then playing a game of peek-a-boo with me around the corner of the kitchen...! Then, after that this mystery someone tried to sneak up on my fur-sister Baby as she was watching out the window! Really though Momma... who is that?!

It's my fur-sister, Baby! Joining up with my buddy Ruckus the Eskie today for his Sepia Saturday blog hop!

...that I have a fur-sister? Not another poodle, or even another dog. Nope. My fur-sister is Momma's cat, Baby. Baby has lived with Momma since 2004, when she came home with Momma as the last kitten in a litter that's her cousin's neighbor's cat had had. Momma actually had to smuggle kitten-Baby into the house, because her poppa didn't particularly like cats and was against her having one. Momma's poppa didn't even know that kitten-Baby was in the house until a good two-weeks later! He has been a fan of Baby ever since. I say Baby is my fur-sister, but really we aren't that close. Momma tells me I'm a little to rambunctious of a pup for the 10-year old cat. I try to get her to play with me, but most of the time she just bops me on the nose and finds higher ground to look down on me from.  Her nose bops don't hurt; she has no claws. Sadly, that was one of two things that Mom's poppa demanded happen if she wanted ...

So, seeing what a handsome young man I am/am becoming, I bet the big question you all want to know is 'If he's this adorably cute now, how cute must he have been as a tiny little baby?!' Well, wonder no more! It's time to answer that question.