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Ashton’s Third Gotcha Day

Ashton: Can you believe that it was three years ago today that the head peep saw me in the median of the highway and stopped to pick me up? This is what I looked like then.

It’s hard to believe I was ever that small!

I didn’t feel very good at first, but I made friends with the resident cats.

And as I felt better, I got even more cute.

These days, I’m living the good life, and the feral world is something on the other side of the glass windows of our house. I’m really grateful to be here, and to be sharing my adventures with you.

Unlike Newton and Pierre, I’ve been blogging my whole life. That makes sharing my gotcha day with all of you extra-special. It’s a chance to thank you for being my friends and reading along. Love and fishes to all of you!

It Came from Outer Space

Pierre: There’s something in our sunroom.

Newton: What is it?

Pierre: *sniff* It’s not from around here.

Newton: Do you think it came from outer space? I thought things from outer space were round. Like the moon.

Pierre: It’s not the moon, Newton.

Newton: How would you know? I’m not getting too close, just in case.

Pierre: Because the moon is made of cheese. I smelled it, and it’s not cheese.

Newton: That’s a shame. I could use a snack.

Newton: Well, if it’s not the moon, maybe I’ll… Hey, there’s something moving under there. I bet it’s an alien!

Pierre: There aren’t any aliens in our sunroom.

Pierre: Stand back, I’ll take a look.

Pierre: No, there are no aliens under here.

Pierre: Maybe I can get it to stop making a racket under there if I destroy its saucer.

Newton: HEY! You said it wasn’t made of cheese. No fair snacking without sharing!

Newton: Let me in there. I’ll get the cheese! Ugh, this is the worst cheese ever.

Pierre: *sigh* Do you see what I live with?

Ashton and the Second Breakfast

Ashton: I see Pierre’s breakfast bowl up there on the counter. When he doesn’t eat his meal, sometimes he gets to finish it up there. And sometimes he leaves some for me!

*sniff sniff* Ooh, there’s still food in there, too. He did leave some for me! Second breakfast, here I come!

ASHTON!

Ashton: What? I was just smelling it. To be sure it didn’t go bad. Why do you always blame me for things when it comes to food?

The Day After the Booms

Newton: You wouldn’t believe how much my peace was disturbed last night, kitties.

It looked like this right outside my windows. We’re used to fireworks at a distance, but that’s a bit much. Those fireworks were peeping in our windows! How rude! How would those fireworks like it if we all stared at them?

I have been told that there will not be any fireworks peeping on our windows again until Labor Day weekend. I don’t know when that is, because cats don’t labor. But it had better not be any time soon.

Ashton’s Third Gotcha Day

It Came from Outer Space

Ashton and the Second Breakfast

The Day After the Booms

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