I’m a lot older today than I was when my last blog was published.  As you may already know, my sisters, brother and I all turned 2 years old on February 12.  Here is a picture of some of my birthday gifts:

They’re called super-balls, but I’m not sure why.  What these animals do is bounce around on the floor for awhile, followed by a slow, meandering roll… While I truly appreciate and love my gift (and my human gift-givers), I’m not sure how I feel about the super-balls themselves.  They are fun to play with for the most part, and I admit that I enjoy chasing them around the kitchen and pawing at them to make them move faster. 

But the way super-balls move is so infuriating- first bouncing around crazily off walls and floor, counters and table, even the stove; I’ve also seen these balls touch the ceiling a few times, which is higher than I can touch (unless I’m standing on the sideways couch).  After a few seconds of that high energy bouncing, the super-balls must get very tired… At this point they’ll begin a slow, steady roll that seems to be without purpose.  I’ve seen a super-ball roll behind the refrigerator and then just stop and wait.  That was two days ago, and that same super-ball is still in the same spot, waiting… for what?  To pop out and surprise someone, maybe?  I won’t be surprised if that happens, I know that.  Nice plan, super-ball.  Now come back out from behind there and play.

I received many “Happy Birthday” cards and wishes (many through Facebook- thank you to everyone who took the time to do that), but my favorite card came from Florida and had a drawing of a squirrel of the front cover.  

Thank you for sending such a nice smelling card Mia (did you pick out the card, Mia?), Peanut, Deb, Dan, mom, and dad.  Oh, and Rolz.  I love you all!  (Yes, even Rolz.)

I seem to love things that smell like my home state of Florida.  The humans that I live with got a large box in the mail, and I could tell right away where it had come from. 

 The box had a bunch of fruit in it, which the humans clearly like.  (Me, I’m not much of a fruit cat.)  When they were done with the box, the humans gave it to me.  I have a lot of boxes that I like to play with, but this box has been turned into a hangout.  I still sleep on the sideways couch in my kitchen, but I like to take some naps in the Florida box.  It smells very nice.

One last thing- Happy Valentine’s Day and Lincoln’s Birthday to everyone!  (I looked at a calender.)
-Zeuss