Here we are, March!  Greetings, beloved sponsors!

February sped past so quickly that I feel as if it were just a few days ago that I wrote about the King of Weird. I’m hoping that March has been treating you with the same love you show for Rocky!

Rocky continues to be his lovable, goofy self; the photo to the left was taken the day his February post went up, and I thought, “dang, that would’ve been good for the February post.”

Fear not! You may enjoy it now.  Feast your eyes upon the sight of a cat with feet and toes so long, so knobby, they grip the top of the biggest scratching post as if he were a monkey.

I was delighted to see this; Rocky is extremely athletic.  He runs as if he is both the gazelle and the cheetah—and he can balance with incredible ease.  I grabbed my phone to capture a photo of this stately cat atop the post, looking incredibly demure!

And then he turned his head upside down!!

I don’t know, folks.  Rocky versus the scratching post is apparently a thing.  He conquered it both vertically and horizontally, both by standing atop its mountainous peak and by wrapping himself around the sisal and beating the McStuffing out of it with those banana feet.

Rocky versus things.

That’s a very Rocky sentence you just read.

Rocky is an explorer; he’s yet to explore the possibility that his kidneys are on a semi-permanent break and that he’s incredibly lucky both to be here—to pit himself against things—and here, loved by incredible people like you.

I’m no Lorax, I’m speaking for no trees, but I do speak for a cat with the posture of a raccoon and similar demeanor.  He says to let him get up on the shelf with the crystals, please.

Or at least into the fabric bins.

…Wait.

I guess I should’ve known.  Rocky is a connoisseur of bins of all shapes and sizes; they must be sniffed, top to bottom; he must rub his cheeks on each corner no fewer than fifty-two times apiece, and then he will claim it as his own.

The purple bin label reads “Pony/Kandi Bracelet Stuff”.  This is incorrect.

The purple bin label should read “Rocky”.

Just that.

Rocky versus the bin.  Rocky takes the win.

Aside from these shenanigans, Rocky has bestowed upon me two lovely clips.  Typical attempts to get a video of Rocky often go like this; he’s too interested in getting some love than allowing me to capture his activities.  Whether or not he’s planned it that way, I am unsure, but—to my delight—he let me catch the ritual of purring.  Rocky versus a blanket.  The blanket becomes biscuit dough.

Rocky is well, happy, and active – and to that end, I extend my gratitude for your generosity in allowing him to be well, happy, and active.  May the spring for Daylight Savings Time not disrupt your sleep too much, and may the promise of spring bring us all the warmth we need!

Your correspondent,
Carrie

PS – Zelda sends her regards; herein is Rocky versus Zelda in the Forever-Inside-Out-Bed.  They came to a draw.  He’s not lovin’ it, but it’ll do.