A word from your master...

Recently, my stupid canine brother decided to participate in the blogspace belonging to two of his fellow canine cohorts. As if being a canine isn't bad enough... a fate even I would not wish upon my worst enemy... insult is added to injury when I inform you of the fact that these two canines also happen to hail from Jersey, the armpit of America. Presented with this information, I suspect you shuddered as I initially did, and that you also feel as strongly as I in the knowledge that nothing good can come of their silly little blog. So, I have decided to create my own blog, to demostrate the innate superiority of the feline... me in particular. You may call me arrogant. Call me what you like. I am unphased. I am not a dog who will sit obediently at anyone's feet, hanging on to every word they say with a big old stupid grin on my face and tail a waggin'. Not gonna happen. Instead, I will dictate my thoughts, opinions and observations on life to my human and she will input them into her silly little computer for all to read. A quick note about my human... she is not a clumsy half-wit such as yourself. Describing her in words is like trying to encapsulate the experience of standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon at sunset during Indian Summer. It simply can't be done. Just imagine beauty, brains, heart & perfection... multiply it by a jillion.... the end result is my human... my mom.