A Bath.

Do. . .






you. . .






MIND???


It is VERY unprofessional to photograph someone while bathing.

I guess it's the price I pay for fame. Enjoy my handsomeness.

Squeaky clean,

Tober

NOT Fat

On Thursday, during a super-secret Staff Meeting to which I was NOT invited, I was called Fat.


I am not fat. The above photo displays my well-developed Treat-digesting muscle.

Thank you, Assistant Boss Karen, for reporting this to me. You will be rewarded for your Loyalty with extra-loud purrs and an extra layer of furs on your computer monitor.

A well-oiled machine,

Tober

Treats! and tiny Produce!

Last week a large Army of tiny tomatoes entered my library. They gathered downstairs, where they were attacked and devoured by my devoted staff. HA! I showed 'em who's boss.

They looked kind of like these guys, without the green stuff:


I will have to talk to certain Assistant Assistant Bosses (you know who you are) about bringing these dangerous things into my library. It's becoming an epidemic.

Here I am, on the lookout for more contraband Produce:


On a separate and much more Important note--I have discovered where every can of Treats is located! If you look very closely at the photo below, you can see that a can of treats is hidden under the pad of paper. My Staff people try very hard to hide the fact that they Bribe me for special attention (like purrs and headbutts and belly exposure), but I know the Treats are there.


I would like to take a minute to thank all of my new friends who have been visiting my Blog. It makes me purr whenever a Cat stops by to say HI! I will try to get caught up with all of my furriends soon!

Purrs,

Tober