Tulip has been biting me a lot lately. However, I finally realized that most of the time it’s my own fault. Imagine that! I don’t always give a lot of thought to the fact that she can’t see. I’ve noticed that I walk up to her and pet her without much warning. She doesn’t always realize I’m right there, doesn’t see me reaching for her, then probably thinks she’s being attacked. Fangs out! I’m going to have to get myself a little bell so she knows where I am. Either that or one of those falconry gloves so I can pet her without making a blood donation.

I woke up gradually this morning to the realization that some body’s little paws were kneading their way up and down my torso. It was fine until she decided to stomp around on my boobs. Why do you have to stomp the grapes, kitty? Are you a wine-maker? Just call her “Julio Gato”. How come she doesn’t do this to Renee?

Tulip was in rare form this morning. I don’t know what got into her, but she was tearing up the place before we left for work. She was spinning in circles, chasing her tail. She was on the coffee table. She was on the back of the chair. She was chasing me down the hallway. She was shooting sand out of the litterbox. Take it easy, punk! I think we’ll be doing some playing before bed tonight.

Geez, I almost forgot. Last night I started chirping like a bird, just to see what Tulip would do. She was freaking out! She was running all around the living room squeaking and “looking” up at the ceiling. She kept swatting at the air. It was hilarious. I wish we got it on video, but every time Eve got out the camera Tulip stopped. She was doing it all evening. I swear we need to keep a camera set up in our living room.