Bobby "Mr. Bubbles" Newhall

To start this off, I'd like to say two things: I did not forget about my blog, and Bobby really is dead.  It wasn't just some really morbid, really idiotic attention-getter - he died three weeks ago, January 14th.  Pinkie also died, I'm sorry to say, and Rocky's getting so old, it's amazing he lived through the stroke he had about two months ago.  (I was going to write about about that, but I decided not to.)  Now here's a little "Intriguing Animal Act" story:

Last October, when the weather was still surprisingly warm and sunny, I took the Lightning out for some exercise.  I ended up putting her in a box outside and taking Henna out of her pen.  Bobby wandered up, and of course Rosey was right next to me the whole time.  We practiced and laughed and I got mad at nosy Rosey for interrupting Henna's training session and chasing Bobby away once.  We all had a great time.

Well, that was the story, and now here's my cat:

I decided to show a bonus picture of Pinkie.

That's Mother's coat he's lying on.

One of my favorite adventures.  Someday I'll tell a story about the excursion, maybe tomorrow.