Sand cats

It's important to learn about other kinds of cats. I thought all small ones were the kind that live in houses (or on streets if they're not lucky to have mommies and daddies like Michele and O.Shane). But, today, I learned some small cats live in the desert! Fun! I love sand.

This cat is 'wild', but I could take him.

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Blue is my sister's color

My best friend, Pumpkin

It's been awhile

I know that my loyal fan base is probably completely whithered away, but I hope you can forgive me. Notable events since we got the orange car:

W won over that little mouse.

We flew to the house of the mom of O.Shane and the house of the brother of O.Shane. Wow, that was fuN!!!!! So many people and things to see...and stuff I could drink kept falling from above me. The only thing was that I was in the stupid carrier most of the time so I couldn't run around until we got inside. Pumpkin (my bestest friend), was scared and hid under couches...but I got to run around in so much space!

The wife of the brother of O.Shane, Lisa, gave me a middle name, "Holstein." I am Frog Holstein Balloun. Very regal, isn't it? It's almost like I should have 99 lives.

Grandma Marcia was really nice...the best grandma you could ask for.

O.Shane and Michele finally figured out I understand what they are talking about. When they were looking for Pumpkin, I showed them where she was and they looked like they got bitten by a dog realizing I understood them. Hello? I have ears.

Michele and O.Shane threw paper all over the floor for us to play with one morning. They called it Christmas...and then they explained to me who Jesus was. Of course I know who Jesus is. All animals know who our Creator is (Meowlalujah). I don't quite understand why they celebrate his birth by throwing paper, but it's fun.

We drove (I hate driving, because it's scary and I never get to see anything) for like 3 or 4 cat lives to the house of the mom and dad of Michele.

Whoa!!! Space to run around in!!!!

Nanacita Connie was the best nanacita you could ask for.

Grandpa Ron kept calling me Maynard. No, Grandpa. Frog Holstein, Frog H., Frog or Frogalog(alogalogalog...ad infinitum), but he was nice to me anyway.

More paper on the floor!

Michele and O.Shane left for a long time again. I hate that. Why can't I come all the time? But Jon was fun to play with and fed us the good food (W food).

O.Shane weighed me. He said I'm 10.5 pounds, whatever that means.