My Life with Cats

I might have mentioned that I live with some tiny, non-smelly creatures that the Lady and Man call "kitties."  There are four of them. 

1)  The nice gray and white one who snuggles with the Other Hound and lets me follow her around and sniff her sometimes.

2)  The grey stripey one who doesn't pay me very much mind at all.

3)  The all-coloured one who runs every time I go near her.

and

4) The evil black one who will take every opportunity to swat me in the nose, even if I'm not doing anything.

I wish I knew how to feel about "kitties," but they're all so different.  I don't think I'm much for hanging out with them, they're a bit boring at best, other than the nice one, but I won't let the Nice Lady catch us sitting together on the bed.  There are also some other "kitties" outside in the yard who tend to sprint off when we go outside.  I like to watch them run, but I never try to chase them.

Outside has gotten a lot more fun now that it's not raining or cold.  I'm not exactly sure what to do with myself though.  I do like sniffing things and watching everything that's going on.

Here's a picture of me looking fairly regal in the yard: