Tax Day?

Oh, Mom and Dad have been talking about something called "taxes" and Mom played with all her piles of papers and she set some pages aside for me to sit upon and put some in the recycling bin for Victor and put some back in other stacks! Victor said we help by sitting in the recycling or lying on the papers. He said Bonnie Underfoot was a great helper at tax time, and he showed me pictures to prove it!

Oh, in this picture, I think Bonnie looks like her brain fell out, and that's about how Mom looked when she finished playing with her papers, but she didn't roll around on top of them. Maybe she should have, then she'd have been happier about it?

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I DID convince Mom that I'm not a bunny. See? No more bunny ears. Did she get my best side?

Easy Like Sunday Morning

The beans are trying to clean the howse, so Bonnie an I is helpin.

No, Bonnie's not caged, she's in the recycle bin! I like goin in there, too.

She looks quite comfy! This isn't her "safe" room and Dad's not around, so it's pretty amazin that she's rite here.

I was tryin to clean my tail when Mom turned on me wif the flashy box. She thought I was sittin funny!

So I stopped, an she flashed again. Geesh, a little privacy fur my yoga.

Purrs efurryone!!!

Update from Bonnie: I have chosen Omaha at Best Friends for my gift sponsorship from Skeezix. Something about this tabby girl... I feel a connection.