Nice lady pets me....

My good friend Yuri has reminded me of a Hallmark card haiku that made our people nearly fall over laughing. My person's fabulous friend Tracy sent it to her on Mother's Day. Here it is:

Nice lady pets me
Scoops the poop out of my box
I call her Mommy

And, speaking of poop, I got new litter today. It is called "World's Best Cat Litter" and is made from corn. I haven't tried yet, but those of you who know me well know my love of corn. I think it will work out.

Watch Cat!

Before finding my person, I survived--- no, thrived--- on the mean streets of Kalamazoo, Michigan. So I know danger and the criminal element. This enables me to be a #1 Watch Cat. One time, in Lafayette, IN, I alerted my person to a prowler outside her window. He was looking inside her kitchen and was not supposed to be there! After we chased him away, a friend composed a poem in my honor:

My name is Milo
I'm the Number One Cat
I'm white and tan and rabbity fat
I like to eat and sleep and talk and play
But my main job is keeping prowlers away!

Fall fleece

Even though it's still warm here in New Jersey, I am ready for fall. My person set up my bed for me, adding an extra layer of fleece. Here I am lounging in it. Notice the rugged moose pattern on the blanket. So toasty and knead-y.....

Walrusy

Not only do I have plush fur, I also have long, thick, luxuriant whiskers. They are pure white and very clean. Some days they look particularly impressive; today is one of those days. My person measured my whiskers this morning with a tape measure and said they are 3 1/2 inches long. Then she told me that I am looking especially walrusy today. I like that.