We finished class today at Prof. Whiskers. I'm not sure how my grades are this term. I know I tried hard, between long naps, to do my assignments but SPRING! distracted me.

We have green frogs on the windows at night. We have big bugs outside. I can smell fresh grass on my people's shoes when they walk by.

It's not easy to pay attention with the smell of SPRING! everywhere.
I turned in my essay, "Affect: Who Cares" two days before the deadline but Prof. Whiskers returned it the next day and said I needed to include more information about the Cat Stare. I re-wrote and gave it back to him. I think I did well but he will e-mail my grades to the 'rents in 10 days.

Fish gets his cast off soon. The vet calls it a "splint" but it looks like a cast to me. She changed it (had a bunch of cat hair on it!) from green to purple. I think she is an L.S.U. fan. Fish runs everywhere with that cast until he sees a human. Then he limps and looks pitiful. Our Mom gives him extra cat treats EVERY DAY. WRONG! As they say, "doesn't anyone care???"
He spends hours underneath his turtle quilt or underneath bed covers. I don't know what he is doing but I think he is depressed that he can't play soccer or any sports. Before his injury, he lived for the High Jump so I think he is very sad.

Enough about him. He can get his own blog.

Our mom is gone, maybe forever. We don't have water in the study water bowl and the litter box is disgusting. I ate dog food for two days because Sister ate my food and no one noticed our cat bowl was empty. I miss her. She should come home. Pretty Girl told us that Mom is "just in the next room" but I've searched and cannot find her.

Cat treats Rule!,

Whistle