Dear Buddy,

Meowmie called the vet to set up my appointment. They can't get me in until week after next. That means I have enough time to get a little bigger around the waiste before I have to go on a diet.

Last night my paw paw was so proud of me. (I don't care for him to much. He doesn't know how to pet me like Meowmie does.) I walked out into the living room where that darn dog was. I jumped up on the couch to lay right next to MY meowmie. The dog looked at me and kept trying to get me to play. Paw paw said I was having a crab attack and trying to beat the crap out of that thing.

I have also learned that if I look at Cubby long enough he will move so I can lay in his spot. I have taken all of his good spots. Do you know how fun it is to slap him while he eats so I can eat? Meowmie says I'm just mean when I do that though. She said I have to learn to share. What does that mean?

Yesterday paw paw took meowmie out to lunch. Meowmie had some steak. She always brings most of hers home for us. Well she gave Cubby some then me, then Gracie. Gracie didn't even stop to breath for hers. Then she ran over and took mine. Can you believe her? So I looked at meowmie so she gave me another peice. That dog stole it again. So meowmie locked me in the laundry room and gave me the last peice. I didn't eat it though. I wanted to save it for you. Even though some other cat I wont mention any names *Cubby* stole that one. Why am I the only one that knows how to act around here? Why?

Oh well I will just make meowmie pet me all night.

Love,
Rachel