A very long nap...

At least that's what I'm choosing to call my absence.  Remember, I'm a cat.  It's part of my job to be fickle and leave you at my choosing.  Well, I thought I would update you that I am still around.  My taller slightly furrier litter box cleaner and some times food provider, keeps wishing I would just die already.  Little does he know, that according to my plan, that adds another year to my life.  I am preparing to celebrate my 18th birthday (I swear I will cut someone if they make me wear a birthday hat) and although I am starting to show my age, I still make being a cat look good.  Evidence as follows:

Finding the world's smallest sun spot on my deck

Umm, why aren't you rubbing my belly?

I have now assumed the belly rubbing position.  Please note the head flip.

Smile of bliss post belly rub