Oh sun, how I worship thee.

I’m addicted to love sun. But it makes me soooo sleepy. And when I fall asleep, I fall off. In a heap. Because I find myself in a startled ball in the floor. It hurts.  This seems wrong. If mama cared, she would hold me up. Or place a nice soft pillow down there – where I land in a startled ball.

I am Gus. I am a cat, not a rat.

Today, two strange men came to my house.  They went down into the basement with Mr. Chris.  I was suspicious and thought they might be heading down to use OUR litter boxes, so I followed them very very quietly.  I yelled at one guy because he was too close to the boxes, and the guy jumped like he had never seen a cat before.  He told Mr. Chris he thought I was a huge rat!  Obviously that loser has no idea what a rat looks like.  Sheesh.