Things are starting to get surreal around here. Lately, Binga has been dashing around and leaping in the bathtub (only when there's no water in it, of course). She does this every night, jumping in and rolling around like a maniac. She thinks this is fun and insisted that I try it. Honestly, I don't see the appeal.

Then Boodie spent about three days with this big bandage on her back foot - apparently she broke one of her toenails. It's too bad we don't have any video of her walking - she'd take a step, shake her back foot, take another step and do it again. Her walk made her look like this guy, Charlie Chaplin, who my human has watched on TV on a show called Silent Sundays. It's on Turner Classic Movies and she's always talking about it. This Charlie Chaplin guy was on once or twice.

Boodie broke her nail the same day we had plumbers over - there was some disaster in the second floor bathroom that needed to be fixed. I hated the plumbers - there was this one guy who said I looked like a squirrel. The nerve! He'd never seen a cat like me and wanted really badly to touch me. After a comment like that, he wasn't getting near me. Jerk.

The best thing about this month was that I turned a year old - that means no more kitten food! I get the high-end Nutro Gourmet Chunks like the other cats.

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