This is the day that Meatball ran away. And by ran away, I mean tunneled under the fence into the neighbors yard. He just wanted to party with the neighbor dogs, but I think they put something in his drink because he ended up like this.

Meatball's Newest Friend

Meatball's first meeting with cousin Rico.

Meat...I'm a meaty cat...and I pounce pounce pounce...and I jump jump jump. Meat...I'm a meaty cat!

Playing fetch up north.

Meatball decided that it was time to update the blog. He wanted to do it, but I thought it might be better if I do it. He gets too much hair on my keyboard when he uses my computer.

"Meatball! No driving!"

"When Meatball smiles, it takes me miles... From where I used to be..."

Meat is going on a trip with Mom.

And no Meat post would be complete without a sleeping picture. He has an affinity for stripes. I wonder why...

Up North at Grandpa & Grandma's, he calculates his next move. No woodland critter is safe from his keen vision and stelth movements through the garden. His favorite prey are chipmunks, moths, and blades of tall grass.

Occupation? Model.

Meatball works it to the left.