it's getting pretty hot here, 100 deg this weekend, the dad is doing more gardening this year and I'm still helping him. he's giving me lots of head rubs always now and we bark park every Sunday. the last time we went late and I convinced him 2 laps instead of out normal 3 in this hotness was plenty. he thought about it and agreed. maybe there is hope for this person. the meatly bones are pretty small this week, I hope he gets bigger ones next time. but I accept them and eat them. One of the cats sniff at tit and I went berserk well the cat backed off. the dad says I should be so aggressive about food, but darn it it's mine, and maybe the cat food is mine too when no one is looking. the dad caought me once, so he knows I do it, but I'm careful. the dad is still dating, but I think he's given up, he goes out less and agonizes less. Worf is getting old, he stays pretty quiet, he's older than I am and I'm 9 years here, the dad says he showed up as a little kitten when the Mom and Dad moved in.
well I'm off to bed, the dad fixed my daytime cool spot, but it wasn't planned to make it wetter, but i think it will help.