Ok, it's been SO humid this summer, I kicked my buddy Harry off his chair and claimed it. He's just a cat, you know? He can find a high place with a nice breeze and jump up there. I've chewed all the straw-like stuff off one side of this chair, so my chins (yes, plural) feel nice and supported. (Mom has finally STOPPED yelling stuff about "ruining" the best furniture she has. She now sees how I have made it BETTER.)
Anyway, apparently it isn't HOT ENOUGH here, so my buddy Rory went to the DESERT. Yeah. A place called Las Vegas. He loved it, as Mom said he would, but I think he really missed me. He thought about me so much he bought me this 'wife beater' (not that I WANT a wife, nor if I had one would I BEAT her!) shirt. I am to wear it to the Dog Park. It says I'm in charge. Cool!