cat for sale - cheap!

Here is a photo of me almost but not quite showing off my top teeth. These have become known as my "beaver teeth." Soon my two top teeth will have some neighbors.

Today I went swimming. We all went swimming - even my mom. We had been searching for a bathing suit for my mom for months and she finally found one. Well, she found a top and a bottom and they don't match! But she doesn't care. You might even get a headache if you stare at the busy mismatched patterns for too long.

We might have a cat for sale soon. Let me know if you are interested in a cat with special needs who eats clothes and blankets and generally ruins everything in the whole world. Not too long ago, my mom gave Tuesday to me (uh, gee, thanks) since she likes me and she lets me pet her and pester her as much as I want; I can even pull her ear without her getting mad. Even now I have so had it with Tuesday. I was her last friend in the house.

We have to go to extraordinary measures to keep Tuesday out of my nursery. There is a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs and another in my doorway. Anything precious is put away for safekeeping. I am just sick about what happened yesterday. My dad's co-worker Marcy knit me the prettiest softest yellow blanket before I was born. Since I started cruising in my room, my latest activity had been for my mom to set the blanket on the crib rail and I would pull it down and cuddle with the blanket and roll around with it on the floor. My mom had been trying to take a photo of me doing this to show Marcy how much I love the blanket but every time I see the camera come out, my head pops up! Whenever we left the room, though, we would faithfully tuck the blanket away in the middle of the crib on the unlikely/impossible chance that Tuesday busted through two baby gates and got into my nursery. SURPRISE, she did. And she jumped into my crib (another surprise to us) and started to tatter the edges of my beloved blanket. It is not as bad as what Tuesday has done to other objects but I have never owned such a precious blanket. While I am waiting to get the blanket repaired (I am going to beg Marcy to help me), I have taken up with the matching lamb Marcy gave me. I have named it Marcy.

Luka is in Chicago right now and I am feeding his cat. Maybe I could take Tuesday there and bring Max home. They might not notice that it is a different cat, right?