I'm old. I was neutered in 1994; you do the math.
I have extra toes. It seems to fascinate people. My paw can double as a spoon, which is handy. It also allows me to lift the ball out of the track on my favorite toy.
I have been on an airplane 2 times in my life. I didn't much like it.
My first trip was from New Jersey to Washington. I had 2 brothers and a sister with me, but the airline wouldn't take all 4 of us on the same flight, so I had to fly out on the first plane and sit in Washington waiting for the rest to arrive. It was a long day in a small box.
The new apartment had carpeting. I liked that.
My second trip was from Washington to Denmark. I shared a crate with Oscar. He pee'd on me. It wasn't a pleasant trip.
The new house is big but it doesn't have carpeting. Slippery!! I had to learn how to walk again.
I'm basically an indoor kind of guy. I wander outside now and then, but I get confused. One day I jumped out the bathroom window. Things outside made me nervous. I ran up a tree. Patti eventually convinced me to go back inside. When I go outside now, I only go to the terrace or the driveway. I like to roll over and scratch my back on the cement. If you catch me out there, I will immediately run back inside. Can't take any chances (see cold night above).
Sometimes I think I'm a dog. This is why I sleep on the doggy bed. This is also why I ignore my own water bowl and drink from the big bowl.
Today I was in the kitchen when the tall guy served food for the two big black slobbery ones. I stuck my head in Lexi's bowl and started to eat her food. She was confused.
Mission accomplished. I will go back to sleep now.
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