Andy stops by to beg or bug. I never know which.

Yes. He waits till he senses I’m giving in.

“You’ve bugged me long enough, Andrew!”

…it’s the final assault!

Off he goes. What will he want this time? ‘Nip? Kitty food, which I always tell him is just that and that he’s the kitty? What about that kitty he sees at the door sometimes? Nothing? I want to end this, so follow the little darling into the other room.

It’s still not clear what he wants or why he wanted me to follow him. I think it might be dry kitty food, that deluxe business for Persian kitties made by Royal Canin. He’s sort of pointed that way.

Nope! He’s in the ‘nip. Unlike most kitties, he doesn’t get silly. He just basks in it, licks it, then…

…wanders off…

…for a light snack at that messy dry food bowl that I always end up having to clean up after he’s had a snack or two.

Busy kitty! Now it’s time to inspect that scary place Doug gets into to get all wet!

If Doug leaves him alone now, Andy wants to take a morning nap on the stool in the bathroom that is an Andy favorite.

“What do you want, Andy?”

Andy stopped by.

As always, it was my task to discern his wishes.

A no brainer!

Andy didn’t want attention, so scratched lounger to emphasize his wish.

After a busy morning where Bret, my  neighbor, helped me bring in groceries, then put up with Bret petting him, Andy was ready for a little television. Very little!

Time to rest on the end table.

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At least Andy waited till I finished lunch this time!

All of the action, too, is hidden in all that “floof”.

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I got my old and new laptops Friday. I haven’t done anything toward setting up the new one. I know it will try my patience, so I am putting off the setup till I am well rested and….

…so I reached down, picked him up, and flopped him on my lap, tummy side up. He hates that a lot!

I hold him in this position longer than he likes, but not as long as I want before I gently lift him over to the ottoman for a Greenies treat.

He never learns!

Andy doesn’t observe holidays, though he and Dougy were born on Canada Day, the 1st of July.

Flag Day happens to be that other really old guy, Donald J. Trump’s birthday. Happy 78th Birthday, Donald! You are nine months older than me, and I am older than dirt. Biden, too, was born when dinosaurs walked the earth.

Interesting, isn’t it, that in country with 340,000,000 people, the best the two major parties can do is run guys who should be out fishing!

But back to Flag Day. The world knows we have this thing about flying the Old Glory, the Stars and Stripes, so it isn’t any odder that we also celebrate the anniversary of the adoption of the flag on June 14th, 1777.

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Andy actually worked at taking mats out of his armpit. I am impressed how much he accomplished

Our daily routine varies little. Andy’s OK with that!

Andy stopped by for Greenies. I decided to mess with him.

What would Andy do if I put out more than he possibly could eat?

He fumes…

I put the excess away and leave a lot of the tasty treats, if more than he’ll eat at once.

Andy came back, ate a few Greenies, then addressed the needs of his “precious!”

I think Andy is telling me something because he keeps coming over to get my attention… for what?!

I get up and follow him, but everything I think is his intent turns out not to be it.

What is it, Andrew? Tell meow!

Dang! I’m starting to talk in Cattinese!