A blog about the English life of an American kitty who lives with one human woman and one indentured servant man and sometimes two young boys.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
While I have my morning bath, I thought I'd pop in to report that my blood tests came back fine. Get this... it turns out that I've just been sneaking too much dog fudz and maybe it was the hot dog that Pumpy retrieved off the countertop last week. Go figure.