2018 is going to be the year for pretty much the same ol' stuff. I dunno about you guys but I still plan to nap (a lot), eat (a lot), poop (a lot) and play (not so much).
Well ok, maybe that's not 100% accurate. I recently had my annual visit to the most undesirable human possible, the Vet. According to her 'professional opinion' (ha! nice made up words lady) I'm a fatty boomba who needs to lose some weight!? Weight? What!? Lady have you seen me? I am the definition of Dapper. I'm adorable. I'm handsome. I am the perfect specimen of an indoor kitty.
But despite all of my clearly good looking qualities and purrfect physique my humans agreed! And since they control the food output, it turns out I'm now on a diet. Ugh. I haven't had any gravy in at least two days and it's been torture. Look at me, I'm practically withering away already!
I miss you so much gravy. One month down. Eleven more to go.