Easter Greetings and More

Here we are, Easter weekend, and I hope everyone has a Hippity Hoppity Happy Easter! I've got a lot to share this weekend. So we'll start off with a buttload of pictures. My mom and dad spend quite a bit of time playing with me (or sometimes giving it their best effort when I'm not in the mood). I have a thing for strings, mostly, and dad made that tall scratchy thing in the pictures, though I've yet to use it. This one's all about my mom playtime. And then there's some additional mom stuff:

Now for the additional mom stuff:

Easter Sunday, which is a joyous day in itself, is an extra special day 'round here because my new mom is turning 50 years young! A milestone, for sure, but compared to me, she's still a babe (dad says the same, only I think he means something different) because technically, I'm about an annoying teenager's worth of human years older than her, so, yeah.

Yes, this is my mom, but it was taken a few years ago. I think she can still do this, but she might be a little sore the next day...

Happy Birthday, mom. I know I have my, umm, quirks (dad says you'd know ALL about that), but I think I love you already even though we're still getting to know each other.

Baby Steps No More

 Dad told me we were gonna stick with weekly posts to start, but I guess he was too excited to wait. 

I'm guessing it was a really big deal, based on my mom and dad's reactions, but apparently, my hopping up onto dad's lap on my own

and settling in for quite a while is something to oooh and aaah about.

Dad admitted afterward that although he was ecstatic I did it, he was more than a little umm, uncomfortable. Apparently, before I decided to join him in OUR chair he'd already had to pee pretty bad but was too lazy to get up. Small price to pay, says I...

And then, just last night mom and dad went to sit in their chairs for dinner. I'd been asleep in mom's chair (I'm learning to be an equal opportunity chair sitter), and she was willing to fight me for hers, so she kind of slid into place, nudging me a bit to the side, and lo and behold, I stayed!

Dad said I'm learning to be comfortable with them. Mom said I was just being stubborn and refusing to give up my warm spot. Ten points to mom.

Just a Girl Exploring

In his best "Great and Powerful Oz" voice...

Pay no attention to the cat behind the curtain!

 Okay, so I know I'm still new here and have lots to learn about my adopted parents, but I'm already fighting the urge to have the same snarky daditude my predecessor had. It didn't take me long to figure out that this guy isn't quite the funny, creative type he apparently thinks he is...