Chubb Support

Sometimes, I need chubb support when sleeping. The wall is a great help to keep me from rolling over. This picture was taken in our old house in scary Boston where the Red Sox World Series riots took place right outside of our door. In our new house, I get in this position on the couch. Sometimes I wake up, though, and I'm stuck so it takes me a while (like two minutes) to roll over.

This weekend my Bampie is coming. He's my grampa from Maine. He and Mam (my gramms) are driving all the way from Medway just to pet me (and to visit IKEA...and moms and dads...and Archie, I guess). I will have Bampie take our self portrait for my blog. Bamps is great. He gets right down on the floor with me and plays. Mam likes to scratch my head and tumtum too! Oh. I cannot wait!

Readers, I have to share some sad, sad news. Mom brought home DOG TREATS tonight. She didn't even try to cover by saying that it was an accident. She said it's for the dog she sees when she goes to work. And he's getting TREATS. Do you know that moms could have spent that money on my treats? Look at me. I am wasting away - I need treats! But noooo. Treats go to the DOGS. DOGS! Wotthehell.

K. It's late. I gotta go snooze.

Purrs and wheezes,
JDamn - OUT!