2011.  I’ve been seeing this written everywhere recently- in newspapers, on the internet, on the television.  I know it’s a number, but how do you say it?  Two-thousand eleven?  Twenty eleven?  Two zero one one?  I like to know these things.

Last month, a tree sprouted in the living room.  It grew right out of the floor, and was covered with shiny leaves.  Oddest tree that I have ever seen.  Odder still, the humans didn’t seem to mind it there, even though humans don’t climb trees.  (Even odder still, I DO CLIMB TREES, but I wasn’t allowed anywhere near this new tree!)  For a few weeks the humans stored colored boxes under this tree.  And then, just like the snow, one day the boxes are gone.  I swear, just like that they disappeared, must have been while I was sleeping.  The tree stuck around for a while longer, until last week.  I presume the humans chopped it down; ever since the boxes left they didn’t seem to like the tree anymore.

Snow.  Where do you go?  Seriously??????

Turtles don’t talk, so I can’t just ask him, but I do know a little bit about turtles and I’m fairly certain that I have found one.  Turtles are very slow and lazy, and they have a hard outer shell.  Also, they are sometimes wet.  For about two weeks now, a turtle has been sporadically hanging out in the living room.  I don’t know where he comes from, or how he gets in.  Also, I never see him leave.  The humans have given him water to drink on occasion, but other than that he just sits there breathing.  Very curious animal, the turtle.  I haven’t yet made up my mind if we are friends or not.

Now, onto some serious business…

I love meeting new animals.  Humans are great, as are most canines.  I don’t get to meet too many other felines (there aren’t as many cats living in Boston as there are in Florida), but the ones I have met have been pretty cool.  However, at the risk of sounding hostile, I have to write that I’m not a fan of squirrels.  I can’t explain why, it’s just true.  I’m a cat, and squirrels are one of my natural adversaries, along with Crowes and vacuum cleaners…

Ever since January started, my home has been getting a visit from this certain squirrel.  Nearly every day he comes to the back deck, and rather than making his presence known he just waits… until one of the humans see him.  When they do, they go out to meet him and give him snacks.  All this, while I sit and watch from the window!  My humans, feeding mine enemy!  How can they do this?  Are they trying to piss me off?  It’s working!

Shout out to my sisters Mia and Peanut.  I’ve known for a while that Mia could write (Peanut told me), but she didn’t want everyone else to know.  If someone could let Rolz know that I’m shouting out to him as well, that’d be great.  Make you you explain to him what a shout out is when passing along the message.  This last picture is for my sisters: it’s me doing my Rolz impression!

 Happy New Year, everyone!

-Zeuss