Drool

I've been loving this cooler weather these past few days!  Mom and dad are wearing more clothes, and I've been more cuddly with them than ever before.  This extreme comfort, however, comes with heavier-than-usual drooling.  I don't brush my teeth, couldn't if I tried, and mints and mouthwash don't do anything for me.  Mom and dad love it when I curl up on them, but hate what I leave behind.  Sometimes it's just a little spot, but other times I leave a slimy dab of foul-smelling gooze (I made that word up) that has them scrunching up their noses in disgust. 
     Dad said something must've crawled in my mouth and died, but he should talk.  Sometimes when he comes out of the scary room with the white chair it smells like..., oops- better not share too much since he edits these posts.  Sorry dad.  

CORRECTION

Umm, dad just read my last post and made me sit down and correct my goof.  The aforementioned stiff breezes PRECEDED the storm last night.  They did not PROCEED it.  Nobody's perfect.  I'm gonna look over some of his writings and pick out errors.  See how HE feels!  Good night.

Random Stuff

Well, it' been almost a week, and I haven't spewed yet!  I guess that's a good thing.  On an unrelated note I did, however, drop a bomb of sorts on the floor in front of my litterbox... again.  Sorry mom and dad.  I'm glad the weather has turned cooler.  It means they'll be covering up with the blankets, and possibly wearing more clothes, so I'll have all my favorite sleeping places again.  Last night a storm came up suddenly, and the stiff breezes that proceeded it brought something through the windows.  I'm not sure what it was, but boy, did it get my attention!
     I jumped right up on the back of the loveseat and pressed against the screen and just sniffed and sniffed to no end.  And then I lost interest.  Mom and dad are always making fun of me and my attention span.  They laughed at me yesterday because I was walking away from them and, as I do often, suddenly felt the need to wash.  I turned to my side to lick, got off balance, and fell over.  I tried to be cool about it and make them think I planned that move, but I think they knew it wasn't intended, by their laugh.  I just got up quick-like and walked away from them.  Dad laughed the hardest, so I'm going to pay him back when he least expects it by walking in front of him, making him trip.  I've done it before, and I won't hesitate to do it again.  Then we'll see who laughs, big boy!
     Maybe I'll wait a few days, though.  I think dad's not too happy with me this morning because, even though I heard him say something to mom last night about sleeping in today, I woke his ass up at 4:12.  I sat in their doorway talking loudly.  I think I just wanted attention, and I can't tell time.  He'll get over it.