this morning i put a collar with a bell attached on him, and clearly he’d never had one of those before.  he kept hopping backwards, trying valiantly to find WHERE THAT RINGING WAS COMING FROM.  he frantically looked under the pillows, under the comforter, but he just couldn’t find it.  i tried to videotape it but by the time i got the camera he was bored with that and very very busy grooming himself.

he’s a very clean little kitty, very tidy and meticulous.  the bottoms of his back paws look like they’re peeling; i don’t know why.  maybe because all of the hot rocks he walked around in before he came home to us?

that is really all for now.

ok then,

mrs. gh.