Catching the Kitty!

Hello again! Glad to see you! Hope you haven't gone crazy with Christmas shopping yet... my Momma and Dad have decided NOT to Christmas shop this year! They are going shopping together AFTER Christmas! But we still have lots of gifts under the tree that my Dad won't let my Mom peek at. I have tried to help her by taste-testing the packages, but my efforts are foiled each time.

Well, that darned tooth still hasn't made it through my gum, but it doesn't bother me as much right now, as long as I have something to chew on. I am not fussing as much, and I am sleeping better, too. In fact, a few nights ago, I didn't even wake up until 6am!

Today I had my check-up! Aside from making me take all my clothes off in a cold room, and then poking and prodding me with chilly tools, it wasn't so bad. I can't get my shots until I am actually 6 months old (which is on the 25th), so I didn't get stuck with any needles this time. Anyway. I am sure you have all been holding your breath to find out just how big I have grown: I am 28.7 inches long (74cm), and I weigh 19.2 lbs (about 8900g)!!! Yep, yep, I am a big, big boy. Just like my Dad. My parents don't need a work-out gym... they can just continue to lift ME all day!

Look at me play! Dad hung a blank CD from my playground, and it is fun to chew on!!!

Ok, so remember my lesson in caterpillar-crawling? Well, I have a much more effective mode of transportation these days! It is called the speed-rollover (also used in war zones, by the way!). Once I get going, I can go and go until I hit a barrier (the couch, the playpen, or the kitty!). Yesterday I had so much momentum that I rolled right on top of the kitty... he was surprized, (as was I) and was able to wiggle out from underneath me, but I had his tail pinned, so he wasn't going anywhere! I started pulling his ears, and got a few mouthfulls of his fur... but then my Momma spoiled the fun by freeing the kitty... coming to think of it, this was probably a good thing, because he was beginning to bite my feet!

Just for the record, the kitty and I are friends! We are! I don't torment him more than he lets me... He has figured out that I am rather fun to play with, and he frequently plops down right next to me. Sometimes he even bats the toys away from me. Here he decided his ears had been pulled enough... and was TRYING to get away. Haha! But my grabby little hands were too quick for him!