It’s Monday.  Well big whoop!  You’d be as happy as I if the your vet had put you on a stinking diet.  Chuck says I’m 35-pounds of ninja stealth.  Hah!  I don’t weight a third that much, but my vet says I’m too fat.  Now I’m wasting away . . .  Where’s the fun in that?  I’m just going to lay here on the carpet and pout.
— Midnight

There you have it.  Straight from the hors er kitty himself.  Strictly in self defense, let me say Midnight is doing well on his diet.  He has lost some extra weight, has a lot of energy and, despite his words to the contrary, he loves to romp and play peek and chase games with me.

If someone opens the refrigerator, Midnight is right there with dreams of canned cat food in his head.  If I should forget or even be slow in getting food out for him on schedule, he’ll come and talk with me about it.

Please don’t worry about our kitty.  His protests notwithstanding, he is doing just fine.

I captured this photo with the camera sitting on the carpet.  It was an experiment that worked for me.  At least it did for this image.  Some of the other attempts did not work as well and have been deleted.

Midnight joins me in wishing you a happy Monday and a very good week.