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.

The Meat of a Brighter Tomorrow

Here's lookin' at you, Meat

Meatball is a great cat.

Meatball is a cat. He's a good cat.