The fun y thing is, when he's doing something he's not supposed to he KNOWS
it.

Not even that with Wendell. I'll push him away from something and he'll be
right back in a second, unless he gets distracted by something more
interesting. He has me perfectly trained, though. When I'm at the computer, he
"yells" at me and, me being more compliant when being yelled out, immediately
go over and rub his belly. (As soon as he gets my attention, he's on his back,
on my bed, ready for his massage.)

Remind me again why I bother having a cat?
Oh, right, I'm lonely, and he's adorable.



Carli
"That's not a bee. That's a bear in a bee costume."