The one of me is called "The Chairman":
And the one of Brainball is called "The Lion King" (how, how, how, I ask, could my silly beans or that silly furst vet have efur pegged Brainball fur a gurlcat?! lookit his MANE, fur Cat's sake!):
Momma thought these photo-portraits of Brainball and me were so bee-yootiful that her eyes got happy-leaky.
Here's an update on how my wunnerful bruther Brainball is doing: in a wurd, bettur! He's still takin' recuperative naps in Mom and Dad's closet, but he's doin' more of his Alpha Cat Patrollin', and he's eatin' good and drinkin' good. Yay! He's also usin' the baffroom good, except his #2s are kinda loosy-goosy, so Momma's keepin' a close eye onna litterboxies. Brainball's takin' his medikashuns like a trooper and is eatin' yogurt from a spoon!
Dorydoo wants to remind efurryone that her burfday is comin' up on Octobur 16 -- there'll be a pawtay onna bloggie. She'll be turnin' three years old! She's also givin' the eye to a certain handsum mancat onna Bloggiesphere, hehehe.
I send lovies to my sweetiepie Ariel, and Brainball sends lovies to his Patches Lady. And lookie here, we're sendin' roses to our ladies, too.
Update: Brainball had a bafroomie trip that was too close to diarrhea for momma's comfort, so she's givun him a kitty dose of Immodium. Askin' fur more purrs.
Update, three hours later: The Ballicus Mom here! Good news: the Immodium helped Brainball -- he hasn't had another episode of diarrhea, and we are hoping he won't. He's been on his evening Alpha Cat patrols, he's pawed at his Daddy repeatedly for rubs (he loves his Daddy's kitty massages!), and then after getting lots of rubs, he sprawled out all comfy-cozy and purred his deep, rumbly lion purr the likes of which I hadn't heard since before he got sick. *big happy cat mom grin!*
