Luckily, there hasn't been too much going on with me. Sleeping. Eating. Belly rubs. Walks. Repeat.
Yesterday was an important day. Yesterday was my Grandpaw's birthday! He's about seventy-teen million years old. I'm starting to warm up to Grandpaw. I used to not like him at all since I didn't like human boys, but I'm warming up to him. He's figured out I don't like to be petted the same way as his kitty cats, so we have a mutual respect relationship now.
This is me helping Grandpaw grill. I'm a wonderful help in the kitchen, even if the kitchen is outside!
Happy (day late) birthday, Grandpaw!