Stuffed Animals that Move and other Wednesday Experiences

Today was a regular day - just like any other; wake up, make squeaking sounds, grunt, eat, cry and, then, poop. Oh, but what was in store for me when dad got home was fantasticle!

First, I was soooooo glad to see him. I cried and cried when he came to pick me up from my nap. When he did, I wailed in an expression of joy!

Then mom fed me.

After I ate, dad told me that Ned Lamont won the U.S. Senate Primary in Conneticut. I was so happy that I said, "Dad, what great news! Could I have my picture with my superhero sidekick Chicken the Wonder Cat?" As you can see, dad complied.
After my first photo with Chicken, mom decided to hang out with me.

I threw up on her. But, I only did it because I love her. In some cultures, as I understand it, throwing up after a meal is a sign of appreciation and satisfaction. I think it's even more appreciative to throw up on the food delivery system as well. I love you mom.

Oh, and dad got his hair cut too. This lady who he used to work for came over and cut his hair before our Nashville trip later this week...and, she shaved his gross, hairy back.

This is Aunt Tracy. She's a ton of fun I'm pretty sure. She's gonna help Chicken fight crime in the city while I'm on vacation in Nashville.

Tracy used to be my dad's mean boss. She'd tell him to do all kinds of stupid work like, "Get me four golf carts for the fair! Stat!" Stuff like that. My dad doesn't think she is all that stable. He told me, "I don't think she is all that stable, but don't dare write that on your blog...I think she reads it."

I don't really care what dad says, seems to me that she knows some crazy characters from my region of the world. I can't wait to meet some of those folks.

For now though, (yawwwwwwnnnnnn)...I'm spent.