Hi, GrandPa!

This is how I relax after a hard day's work. I just sorta stretch out on the nice cool lawn and daydream. Yup! I just hang out and think about stuff. Mom thinks it's REEEEEAAAAL funny to say "Where's the Kitty" to me. Like I don't have her figured out, huh? But I humor her. It seems to make her happy to see me run around for nothing. Then she tells me what a good girl I am. Honestly. I find this VERY demeaning.

This morning, there really WAS a cat in my yard, though. I was on the hillside looking everywhere but into MY yard. It was just prancing around like it owned the place. I hate to admit it, but if Mom hadn't done her "There's a Kitty!" thing, it might still be there. I chased it out and then we played "peek-a-boo" over the back fence for a while. It's the little gray kitty from last year, only it's a lot bigger now.

Cats are everly SOOOO rude, in general!! The little gray kitty and me are sort of pals, as much as a pup can be pals with a cat, anyway.

Love,

Mary-Margaret "The Cat Catcher" O'Brien