ok; i'm not running away

i haven't run away (yet). but momma, if you're reading this, i might someday.

momma and daddy went away and didn't come home for a very, very, very, long, long, long, long, long time. but that very nice lady came by two times a day to play with us and give us treats. she's REALLY fun and i might want her to be my new momma some day (momma, are you taking notes?).

i still have a boo-boo on my head and i know its getting better (cause i'm scratching it all the time). but momma said it wasn't better, so the day after she got back from her long trip, she took me to the smelly place that i don't like so the bad man in a white coat could fix it. he stuck me in the neck with something sharp and said i would get better. i still think scratching is the best thing. momma says if i keep scratching she'll put a funnel on my head. is a funnel the same thing as a funnel cake? i like funnel cakes.

i've decided to start writing about my life since i'm getting older; i think its called a memoir. someday the 'annoying one' may want to read it and will see how fun and fabulous i was when i was younger.

i was born on october 27, 1999 and was a christmas present to audrey from my human momma. i'm going to find a picture of me when i was a puppy and put it on this page the next time i 'blog' (that is my new word this week). it sounds like frog and i like frogs.

i didn't like rides in the car when i was a puppy and when momma brought me home, i promptly threw up in the back seat. cars go too fast and sometimes make my stomach hurt. i like slow stuff.

momma and audrey and me lived in a little house with a big water hole in front. one of momma friends tossed me in it and now i don't like water AT ALL (especially big holes of it). baths suck too.

when i was one year old, we moved to another house (without a big water hole, yea!) and momma met daddy. (i love daddy and like to lick his face a lot). then when i was two, all of us moved in together into a bigger house (without a big water hole, yea again!). this is when cuda (the fat black cat) came to live with us. she was just a puppy then (i think that's what baby cats are called). she didn't like me much cause my head was bigger than her whole body. she spit at me and scratched my face. after a while, she got charmed by my cuteness and she started liking me. we're friends now. i like cats too.

i have to quit typing now cause i think i smell cheese in the kitchen.

love, daisy