Let me tell you about the new rug

One morning my person was looking at the floor and noticed some scratches. The scratches were from my nails, when I dig them into the floor to get traction to run faster. Some of the scratches are several inches long and show how I skid around and how wide apart my toes are. My people got worried and made an "emergency carpet purchase." This worked out great, because I LOVE the carpet. I lounge on it all the time. I sit in the middle and my people play tennis ball and ping-pong ball with me. The carpet is near my scratching post, so I can go back and forth between scratching my post and rolling on the carpet. My fur is all over the carpet, and so is what my person calls "Milo debris."

Sunning Myself

In my new house, I have what my people call a 'sun room.' It IS nice and bright and gets very hot in the afternoon, when I like to bask on the new furniture. My person says that the divots in the upholstery allow my girth to sink in, making me look fit while I lounge. While I think I look great with the striped cushion, I mostly just care about basking. Sometimes I chew on the fern in the sun room and then puke it up.

UPDATE: I am banned from the sun room now because I keep eating the ferns and puking them up. I'm really mad.

Where's the corn?

My people go to the farm most weekends and bring back a basket of vegetables. They usually have corn. I love corn. Even when they hide it from me, I find it. Even if it's at the very bottom of the basket or in the refrigerator door. When they unpack the corn, I try and chew on the husk. Every time they open the fridge I try and chew on it. When they get it ready to cook, I stay right nearby and try to eat some or chew on some. When they cook it, I try and eat the kernels. My person usually gives me my own portion of cooked corn. Here I am with the vegetable basket, getting ready to help unpack it. The corn is at the bottom. I also chew on lettuce.

Another Milo?

Hmph. Cuteoverload says that there are a lot of pets named Milo. I'm much cuter than that kitten named Milo.
http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/08/milo-on-pillow.html

Beefy

My person took me to the vet today. I had to get two shots which I did NOT like. Mostly I like the vet though, and I liked him a lot today, because he said I am "beefy." I weigh 14.1 pounds and am in excellent condition. I got my fur and skin checked, and I have some "oily growths" which the vet said my person could squeeze. She said, "Uh, that's OK." Then the vet and my person had a l-o-n-g talk about my litter box issues. They did not reach any conclusions. I've been recovering all day.

Am I Exasperating?

My person keeps sighing and saying things like "Milo, you are so exasperating!" and "Milo, you are a very challenging little boy!" These comments may have something to do with this morning.

First I went to the basement to poop. I was pooping on the floor when my person came down and said "Milo, what are you doing?" and picked me up and put me in the biggest of my three litter boxes, which was also about four inches away, where I finished pooping.

Then that black cat came back in my driveway. I decided to get a better look so I went upstairs and climbed out a window and walked across the roof and stood on the gutter and looked down and yelled at it. My people kept saying "Where's Milo? I can hear him caterwalling but I can't see him." Finally they found me and one of my people caught me. I wasn't ready to come inside though so I ran out the window again right away. It was pretty fun. Now I am banished from upstairs.

My person also said "Why can't you act like a normal 10-year old cat?" Well, I'm M.I.L.O and it's just how I roll.

Watching!

I have spent the last few weeks getting all settled in with my people in our new house. I like it here. There are a lot of windows for me to look out. I can see squirrels and rabbits and birds. Today my person said there was a ground hog in the backyard that was almost as big as me! But I was sleeping and missed it. Best of all, some of the windows have a special ledge that fits me just fine--I can lounge around with the plants and keep an eye on the neighborhood, all at once. Sometimes I yell at our neighbor when he takes out his garbage. And sometimes a black cat comes in the driveway and I yell at him too. Here are I am in the window.

In other news, some friends have been coming to see me. They pet me and talk to me and the then they give me a massage. They call it an Intestinal Massage, and say its for my digestion. I still poop on the floor, but I sure like the massage.