Not particularly happy with my mom right now.  Got a bath this morning.  It's not that I dislike baths, because I love water.  It was the towel drying as well as the blow dryer.  How much humiliation can one cat withstand?  And the brushing...sheesh!  Just leave me alone and let me lay on the couch with Joe!!

My Daddy Joe is finally home.  I thought my mom had done something with him.  I laid in his lap for a really long time last night and then I slept between my mom and dad all night, under the blankets with my head on the pillow.  I kept petting Joe.  Joe didn't like it.  But oh well.

I took a shower this morning with my mom.  Did I mention I like water?  I have heard most cats don't, but I'm different.  Got through the day without my Joe.  Missing him.  I like to walk around the house and make deep, guttaral noises that are like fingernails on a chalkboard to my mom.  She doesn't like it.  Oh, well....

So, I had a bad night last night.  Kept my mom up.  Yelled at her for several hours.  I'm better now.  My mom threatened to medicate me.  I don't like winter.  I am a summer cat.  I like water, by the way.  Most cats don't.  I like to take baths, play in the bathtub, take showers, lay in the bathroom sink and drink of the kitchen faucet.  I just don't like snow.

Oops, it's been point out to me that Fred the cat was a girl.  My bad.  She died a long time ago.  I can't remember everything. 

So, maybe you're wondering how I got my name.  My mom is a HUGE fan of Sting, the rock star.  She could have named me  Gordon Sumner, but that just wouldn't be right.  She went to a Sting concert one time and professed her love to Sting and told him, in front of EVERYBODY, that she loved him and named her cat after him.  I was humiliated when I heard the story.  Imagine how poor Joe felt.  Oh, well.....So, when I was younger I would spend a lot of time outside.  I was a good mouser, but I have since retired.  Now my sister Callie, has taken over.  My days are spent eating, looking for sun to lay in.  Usually in the house.  I go outside, but not as often as I used to.  My eyes aren't as good as they used to be.  Frankly, I need glasses.  And a hearing aide.  But, considering my age, it isn't THAT bad.  Maybe not a hearing aide.  On second thought, I don't have to hear my mom singing anymore.  Wow!  I am a happy cat, most of the time. When I get fed on time, have fresh water.  Joe to snuggle with.