Happy New Blah

2008 has started off pretty tame. I don’t know, I’m kind of restless, I guess. I’m not sure why. Perhaps because it's... wait for it... my birthday! ¡Feliz cumpleaños, Sassy! I’m four years old, if you can believe that. Four years I’ve graced this puny little world with my beauty and poise, bringing joy into humdrum lives. And now I can do it globally, thanks to Our Friend the Internet. (You're welcome, World!)

Polly and Minnie aren’t helping my restlessness any; they are as annoying as ever. Oh, Molly and Penny, I mean. Look, I can’t be bothered with petty details. I’m too busy being bored and superior. Er, I mean learning and growing.

The new little human is okay, but I still think I should be allowed on the bed and in the humans’ laps. After all, I was here first. What makes him so special? Well, okay, he is human and I suppose I can see why that would work to his advantage here. But I am adorable. He’s not bad, for a human, I'll admit he smells pretty good, but have you seen me? No contest. Plus I have very soft, extremely pettable fur. He most certainly does not.

Whatever. It’s not like I need to be on laps or beds. It’s just softer that way.