having a scrunch

it's winter time, people, and that means i'm dealing with some seeeeriously dry skin. my mom put this stuff called "shea butter" on my belly when it was flaky, and i licked it off immediately because, hey, FREE SHEA BUTTER.

...so now i like to have a little rub-down against any surface i can find. it does wonders for me.

natty lite

this is me in natural lighting, so you know my cuteness isn't just the product of soft bulbs and reflection screens.

same face, different backgrounds

this is my PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEE face. i use it in dire circumstances, like when my mom's trying to get work done, or i can smell food but can't locate a plate of it set on the ground, just for me.

oh, don't mind me

i'm just sitting here being impossibly cute.

my first creative writing piece

welp, i'm officially a grownup now, so it's time to follow in my mom and grandmother's footsteps and become a writer. while mom was out this afternoon, i took the liberty of embellishing the paper she had been writing. i could tell she wanted my help. that's why she left her laptop open on the windowsill where i like to sleep. here's the copy and paste of my masterpiece:

"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm AQ8( b"

i know. i'm a genius. just call me b.b. cummings.

doing some googling

mom had to go to the hospital last night (don't worry, she's fine), but while she was gone i did some googling to figure out what was wrong with her. my initial search for 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777N \ - was fruitless, so i tried a little ctrl+f action for 444444444. the results were fascinating.

all by mysee-heh-heeeeeelllffff-ah

when aunt lindsey put olive in her travel crate to go to the airport, i got in my travel crate too.

i know humans don't understand our very complex language, but i tried my hardest to ask her if i could come too. i couldn't bear a single moment without my sister olive.

but she had to leave. i miss olive. i'll just have to be content with cuddling my human friends, even if they don't love the smell of my poo the way my sister did.