A Note from the *cough* Peanut Gallery

Howdy folks. I am glad to see everyone's enjoying the pics mom took of us Monday, and we're trying to get her to take more. I had a good wrasslin' match with her this afternoon, glove and all, but she can't wrassle with me and videotape it at the same time because I am so strong. She has to make sure I don't bunnykick her arm because of my sharp claws. She keeps threatening to trim them so I do my best to not hurt her so she doesn't. I have a feeling tho the vet will when she takes me. She hasn't said when yet so I'm guessing it's not that high on the list yet. She says I did real good though, because I didn't once hurt her even though I bunnykicked her arm all over the place. I kept all the biteys and kicks on the glove, and I hope all the little mice saw how mean I can be! I don't want everyone thinking I'm a wee little wimp because I rarely chase after the other two or any of their other antics. I just much rather prefer keeping a low profile.
Ever since that one vet specialist said 3 years ago that my heart wasn't in tip-top shape I realized I couldn't be as rough and tumble as the other two are. I managed to get healthier and take that worry off of mom's "front burner" as she calls it. But I'm not about to pick up where I left off. I'm an older - and wiser - cat now. There's no sense to fighting over every little thing. Even when the "queen" snarls or hisses at me, I've learned it's just better to walk on and ignore her. She may think she's the queen, but she's just one of us, not the boss of us!
Life is best enjoyed viewing from afar, watching the young ones chase and fight it out. I'm not a spring chicken anymore, not old either, but I'll save my energy for the fights worth fighting. Meanwhile, I'm going to kick back and enjoy mom's company and see if I can get her to boot up her computer and stop by everyone she's marked to leave a word at before she gets to playing her game again. I swear she gets lost in that game... I think it's the secret complex in her head that likes the thought of world domination, even if it's just a virtual world. It sure is a rough game though, lots of medieval killing! Maybe she just thinks she's still in the middle ages! She IS getting old, you know! Now I must run and hide before she realizes I just called her old! ROFLMAO... Cya'lls!

Nimbus