Squirrel Wars

I don’t know who I’m more mad at – Steve for giving Baby Girl the password to my blog, or Baby Girl for going behind my tail to get my blog’s password! Thankfully Walter helped me change Steve’s password and I’m not giving him the new one until he promises to think of others before he thinks of himself. That’ll be the day!!!

Ugh, Steve wears me out sometimes.

But first, I must apologize to you. Things have been so busy here I’m afraid I’ve neglected my blogging responsibilities. There’s been a frenzy of activity, from visitors, to

AT-AT it again.

Well, I regret to report that the bedroom door is still closed. But life goes on. I especially wish the door was open so I would have one more place to escape from Steve.

Steve’s been on Cloud 9 ever since he met our recent visitor Basil Worthington. I worried Steve would fall apart when Basil returned home to Louisville, but no such luck. Steve’s more determined than ever to be the perfect feline specimen. Right now he’s trying some new ab workout he found online that involves rubberbands and tennis balls. Don’t ask. He swears if he could just get his paws on a Shake Weight he’d have the most sculpted body ever. He watches too many infomercials.

The Shake Weight [As Seen on TV]. Saturday Night Live did a funny spoof of the Shake Weight ad [click here to watch]. Steve got SO MAD when I showed it to him! He said there’s nothing funny about his quest to achieve the perfect abs.

But enough about Steve. He’s the least of my concerns right now. Violet is the one that worries me.