'The rug is my canvas'

Even though we just got a big, bad luxury litterbox several months ago, Mommy took her last $10 and went to buy us a smaller, economy-sized one. But no matter -- it's NEW!!! The last one was stinkin' pretty bad -- I'm not sure why, as I usually poop outside the box because I want everybody to admire what I produce. It's like my art, and the rug is my canvas.

Not much happening here. Mommy has officially gone broke, although we did manage to live OK without her having a real job for a few months. She had to take her next-to-last $20 to replace the screen door to the balcony because Kadi got outside when Mommy was like five cities away.

Since Mommy's home a lot now, she's writing a novel. I thought that was a splendid idea, and I started mine as well. Maybe my book, "All About My Ass" will sell lots of copies and I will be able to afford Fancy Feast instead of that dry Cat Chow shit Mommy is feeding us because it's all she was able to afford!