Viva Las Vegas!

Mom, dad and Amy are headed for Sin City this morning, levaing me and Misses Hiney at home. From what I understand, Ginny will be coming by and feeding us each day. I hope she makes it before we pass out due to starvation!
Just kidding on that one. This morning I saw that mom had moved the canister with our food and it is easily accessible! I imagine if I get too hungry I can just help myself. Dad is worried about it. I heard him say that he envisions me laying on the counter with the canister knocked over and me eating for 48 straight hours. Well who knows? Anything's possible!
But seriously, I'll miss the family and I hope they have a great time. I'll just be laying around here catching up on my sleep and reading and maybe answering some mail. Peace out!

A Message

Yadrutas esuoh ym ta ytrap.

Roo Talks About the 500

I know conventional wisdom says that one of the drivers from Team Penske, Target Chip Ganassi Racing or Andretti Green Racing will win today's 91st running of the Indianapolis 500, but for my money no one is better than Panther Racing!

Panther features that lovabvle loser, (until today)Vitor Meira, the foul-mouthed Jap, Kosuke Matsura and Indy favorite John Andretti (the nice Andretti!). As long as Kosuke stays away from that idiot Jeff Simmons he should have a good chance as well as Vitor. For more information on Panther Racing click on the logo below!

Mom and dad are heading out for the race but I will be listening to it on Hank FM. Remember to root for Panther Racing!

I'm Never Drinking Again!

As you can see, I was pretty sick yesterday. Once again, thanks to dad who caught me puking into this bag. I don't know how many shots I had, but it was too many.

Maybe it's because I am not as big as I was. I don't know! I mean, I like a good party as much as anyone, but this time I way overdid it and as such, it looks like my drinking days are over until I can handle it!

The New Me!

That's right, I've lost more than 2 pounds since I started my involuntary diet.

That's me to the right. I am down to a svelte 15 pounds, down from more than 17 just a few months ago. Misses Honey also lost a couple.

Now don't get me wrong, I will be campaigning for more food, but dad said I was getting back into fighting weight, although I don't know who I am going to be fighting.

Happy Birthday!

Yesterday was dad's birthday, so Happy Birthday dad! I am sorry I didn't get him a present, but well, I'm a cat and I don't have any money nor pockets to put it in if I had any. Other than that nothing much is happening around here. I am still hungry, but I'll manage I guess. I didn't get locked out over the weekend so that is good!!

Lockouts SUCK!!

Two mornings in a row me and Misses Honey have been locked out of the bedroom in the early morning. I went in there this morning because I was super hungry and I just couldn't wait. I knocked over one little thing and next thing you know I was given the bum's rush out of the bedroom and the door was closed and locked.

When dad got up to feed me I gave him an earful! He kept shushing me, but I kept meowing anyway. He can just feed me the way I want or he is going to hear it from me. And furthermore, if he thinks he is getting away with locking me out and not hearing it even more he is sadly mistaken.

I am oh so hungry!!!

Gimme Food!!!

Ha!! Last night I got fed and I kept sneaking over to Misses Honey's bowl and eating hers. Dad caught me a couple of times but I kept eating. He would pour some of my food in her bowl, but when he looked away I got it back.
Then this morning I got fed twice. Dad got up at 5:15 and fed me and then mom fed me again at 6:00. Who was I to tell I had already been fed?
Also I ate most of Misses Honey's food this morning!! Take that!

It's Hungry Rooney Time!

Hey mom, how'd you like that performance this morning? Tell you what, increase my food allowance and I will not jump in and out of bed repeatedly and won't meow continuously until I get fed. Of course if you don't I will keep it up, even on weekends when you sleep in. You see, I am hungry before you get up, but I don't care. That is your problem. I'm no longer going to conform to everyone else's idea of a "good" cat. I know I'm mean and by God I am going to flaunt it! Love ya!!;)

I win!

What did I win? Well not much, but I have made it several days now without sitting up "like a dog". As of this morning dad didn't even try to get me to. He still jacks with me when he feeds me in the afternoons by holding out the food for a minute or two, but I just get mouthy and he drops the charade.
Now it is time for me to go more on the offensive. They like to call my overnight knockover flings my "reign of terror". I'm going to come up with some new wrinkles and show them the real mening of being mean! Try to stop me dad!