Hello Everyone,
Tito here,
I know, I know, I know it has been a long while since I last wrote, but mom has been up to her neck in one project after other. If I wasn't around to remind her that there more joy in playing with me, than rushing about doing her pesky routines, than I would be afraid that I would have to paw her to attention.
Anyway I am all grown up now and have turning into a fine looking man cat with long and glossy fur. Purr, purr, purr. Feel the love, Cheri.
The photo above is the result of one of mom's aerial strike. I thought making it difficult for her to take a shot would be a little fun. So I just kept running around the room, but not too fast. Wouldn't do to have her think that I was totally disinterested. After all, the subject was me. This photo isn't bad. It shows some of my huggable cuteness.
Well, I've got to go. It's grooming time, and any self-respecting cat can tell you that to primp successful, a cat must preen long and thoroughly.
Until next time Cheri,
Tito out.
Oh, oh, I all most forgot. I found this little list of rules for insuring that your moms and dads love as well as my move loves me. Mom doesn't know who wrote it, but we thought it would be fun to share.
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