It's good idea to keep yourself nice and limber. A little glucosamine chondroitin never hurt, either. Mmm... fishie burps. <3

Things have been pretty quiet around here. Nice easy pattern. Meow in Adrian's ear until he wakes up and feeds me. Use the kitty litter that makes my pee blocks smell like oatmeal cookies. Play with my fuzzy mice until it gets lost under the sofa and I lose interest. Sleep until Adrian gets home and greet him at the door with my patented Crescent Stretch - designed to make him stop in his tracks to pet and nuzzle me in copious amounts.

But yesterday my whole world was shattered. Just like the window in the room where I have my sleeping cloud. I dove into Adrian's covers for safety, as usual. I think the intruders had a hunch I was there because they took stuff out of his closet and threw it on the bed. But no way would I give up my position so easily! I must have successfully fooled them because they finally moved on to Cam's room to continue their search.

Hiding under the covers is a very safe place to be. Although it's really hot so I have to stick my nose out. I'm sure nobody can see me, though...

Christmas is just around the corner. Adrian and Christina opened their presents early via Skype video chat. Whatever that means.

I'll be happy when Christina finally gets here. They talk on the phone and video chat so often. It really cuts into my cozy napping time.

Ever since I got out of Melbourne's kitty jail, I've been too busy at my new digs to update my blog.

Adrian is staying with his cousin until Christina moves here for good.

Among other things, there are a lot of good places for me to sleep.

Including this freshly laundered comforter that Adrian had to wash because I threw up on it.

Yup. Life is good.

Adrian comes to visit me about two times a week. He stays with me for a couple of hours every time. I wish the quarantine rules would allow him to come more than twice a week.

I'm feeling pretty frisky today. This place is booooooring and Adrian won't let me explore the rest of the compound. I would especially like to get away from all of the other cats in here. They cry all day long and it gets old pretty fast.

Only five days left in this joint and I'm OUTTA HERE!

The question is... where am I going from here? I hope it's not scary!