Hello there all my fellow cats! Once again, mombean doesn't have the camera with her and we can't get her out of bed but she says not to worry because she'll get up and get on the computer later. Maybe that means we'll get to get our pictures taken again? Who knows. Right now mom and I are snoopervising while big Curry is laying on one of Mr. Cat's headphones. There is the temptation there on the human's part to plug said headphones in and start playing music, but Curzon's smart. He's not just laying on the headphones, he's laying on the whole thing! I'm busy being guardcat-on-duty right now, which is kinda hard because there's a lot of commotion around here. But mom is making sure we at least get some sort of blog post up before we start really getting lost in all the commotion.
Our mombean has sorted all the pictures out and says she just has to double-check to make sure she didn't screw up before she files them away.
Mombean also helped me enter Misha's contest with her famous 3-wk-old pic of me. She can't wait to see who the other contestants will be because she just loves kitten pics! I personally would rather forget that time in my life, but she won't let me!
We've also been keeping up on Herman's progress, hoping he gets better. Our mombean can't imagine what it's like for Herman's human to go through all that, but we hear Mr. Cat's had some experience with it.
Mombean says she cut down my insulin a little bit this morning. I hope it's because I'm doing better, though I honestly don't feel any different. She wishes I'd lose some weight because it'd help out on so many fronts but she doesn't know what else she can feed us to make me skinnier! I keep trying to tell her it's not fat, it's muscle, but she keeps saying that either way I weigh a "ton of bricks" - how mean! She keeps giggling at me when I grunt when she picks me up but she has no idea how much I laugh internally when she grunts when she tries to pick me up while I'm trying to sleep! She says she'd like to see me at Curzon size at least but as the Prince of this house, I have to be the biggest cat, don't I? If I can't be the meanest, shouldn't I at least be the biggest? I need this extra muscle to protect me from mom's wrath!
I better wrap this blog up before the twins realize I've hijacked the blog and demand to take it over!
Crown Prince Joseph A. Nimbus of Iowa
a.k.a. Nimbus
(Don't ask how the mombean came up with that formal name for me, because she doesn't even though. All I know is that I'm the Prince!)
(P.S. "Mombean" here. He's part right. How he came to have the middle initial I don't know. That came off of the top of my head one day many years ago. He is the prince, alphacat-in-waiting, thus the crown prince part. And he was born just before midnight one late August night in Iowa, thus that part. We never ever call him by that though, or even his kitten name of Joey. He doesn't respond to anything other than Nimbus or some variation of it. That's been his name since he was a young squirt, and it's stuck on him quite well... Real quickly, purrs to Herman from all of us and thank you to Dante's mombean Wendy. Oh, and Brian, you got some very sleepy sisfurs there. Perhaps you should go snuggle in with them as they look so very floofy and comfy!)
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