Thursday Thirteen

Mom said I couldn't show my tummy any more this week. She said poor Monty Q should be allowed to come out of the icebox. She said I had to give him a break. She said I had to be nice. (I thought I was being nice.) She said I was being a terrible flirt.

So Okay. Monty Q, come out of the icebox, I promise I'll be more ladylike.

Even though Mom said I couldn't show MY tummy, she didn't say I couldn't show pictures of OTHER tummies. So I dug through Mom's photo archives and found these pictures of Gizzy and Jasmine taken over the years. And, well, there's one tummy that might drive some mom beans into the icebox.

1. Gizzy - lookit that floofy belly. He was kinda porky here.
2. Gizzy again, sleeping in the sun.
3. Gizzy demanding attention on Mom's sewing table.
4. Jasmine doing some fun gyrations on Mom's chair.
5. Gizzy stretched out over a pillow. What a funny guy!
6. Gizzy snoozing in the sun next to the open window in the summer.
7. Gizzy hanging out with Mom on the sewing table again. Lookit all that flab!
8. Jasmine here laying on some fabric.
9. Gizzy in the cat hammock last summer before I moved in.
10. Gizzy interrupting a Chess game.
11. Jasmine after her surgery in the summer of 2003
12. Gizzy liked to sleep on Mom's ironing board.
13. This is Mr Karate taken just the other day. No flab here.


I'll be more ladylike tomorrow.