It's me, Little Neal. Mom and Dad are finally back from Las Vegas. Dad plays something called Fantasy Baseball but Mom always comes back smelling like cats, big cats. She says they belong to some magicians called Siegfried and Roy. She goes and visits them when they go to Las Vegas and she brings back all these photographs and talks about how beautiful they are for weeks.
But I know she thinks I'm the most beautiful, and the smartest. She's always loved me best.
I hate it when those suitcases come out and everybody starts bustling around. I know then that my personal staff is leaving for months, well it feels like months. They have no idea what it's like to have no working staff - no walks, no special baby food, no head rubs, no cuddling at night, nobody to round up for bed at 11:00. it's soooooooooooooooooooooooo boring.
But it's great when they come back. I get to go outside, pee on the iron plant, smell the spray from the ferals, get on my sail boat, sit in the room on the dock, eat grass and throw up. It's a cat's life. I've got it made. If we could just get rid of Camille.
Well, time for a nap.