Katy

Well now that my cousin dogs are over being jealous, cause I was picked for 'Pet Of The Month', my mom can go ahead and type up this article for me. I can't help it that there vets don't have fun things like this in there offices! I better be good and help out, cause she promised me a Scooby Doo treat and a massage when were done. As you can see from my picture I've really got it made around here. My favorite place to be is in the cushy recliner chair next to the big patio window. I figure that way I can warn my mom even if a leaf blows down from the tree. I sure wish she'd let me play with that chipmunk that comes to visit me 3 to 4 times a day. He's a cute little fella, but she just won't let me out to play when he's running around on the patio. Maybe one of these days he'll get in the house so I can get a better look at him and we'll play all we want. Time will tell!! I have my own toy box with 15 toys, but my favorite one is my loud squeaky duck. I do have a preferred time to play with the duck. The earlier on a Sat. or Sun. seems to work out well, especially when my mom has the doors and windows wide open. I figure I'm doing my neighbors a favor, cause they don't need to set an alarm clock to get up on week ends. I do it for them. I sure wish I could figure out that big brown box in my front room. My mom says 'it's only television', but I don't buy it. I know that every time I'm sound asleep on my chair, I get woke up by dogs barking, cats meowing and all sorts of other animals that I don't want in my house. I make one fast exit from the chair and go bark at the brown box so I can chase them away. One of these days I think I'm going to go right over the top and get rid of them once and for all. One thing I sure don't like is something my mom calls a puter (computer). Every time she says she's going up to spend some time on the puter I run like a bullet for the kitchen and lay on my plush rug by the back door. I only pout until I hear foot steps coming down, and then I race to the steps and act like she's been gone for a month. I don't like garbage trucks, snow plows, bob cats or the gardeners. When I hear them coming I make one bee line for the steps and up I go like a streak of lightning and hide under my queen size bed, which my mom makes me share with her. Well I have lots more to say but I'm sure I'm running out of room here. Thanks H.R.A.H. and staff for picking me for 'Pet Of The Month'. After all, I always leave you presents when I come in the door, so I guess it's my turn to get one back.
Mom's Little Angel, Katy