Ahhh, it feels like old dorm-room college days here!

Wait. I never went to college. Strike that.

Ahhh, it feels like old summer camp days here!

Wait. I never went to summer camp. Strike that too.

Wait again. It’s not summer. It snowing harder than dander on a Purr and Shoulders commercial. Strike that too.

Okay, but if I had a dorm room at my old alma moewter, or I had gone to summer camp, I’d bet it was just like this; we’re having a slumber party here! I have a new room, and I have new roommates! Tigger (pictured) and sisters Star & Venice!

Tigger is… well… okay, I suppose. He probably didn’t like that I put itching powder in his sleeping bag (at least I think it was Tigger’s,) but then again, Desi and I didn’t get along too well at first either, and look at us now; we had to get a feline calling plan on our meow phones because we gab so much.

The M*A*S*H unit here (My*Ana*Stasia*Helpers) think Tigger has IBD like I do. They decreased my steroids and are going to check me out again in one month.

Meanwhile, I’m not trying out for sports. Tigger says sports authorities check for steroid use. I thought Sports Authority was a place to buy shoes’ Tigger’s such a dummy.

I went to Sports Authority to get a badminton set. They didn’t ask if I was on steroids. Of course, they didn’t sell me a badmitton set either. They said it was because I’m a cat and that cats don’t buy things.

I think it’s because they knew I wanted it only for the birdy. What do they know’

Tigger’s also going on the same diet as me and
Desi.

I’ll show him. I’ll tell him I eat a staple diet of worms and slugs and let him go to town.

Then I’ll do what I do best – eat my real food.

Hah. Tigger. What a name. I bet his best friend’s name is Pooh. “Oooh, is that another dish’ Of honey perhaps’”

Gotta go!

– Ana