Me gots a Name!
I is Gonzo!
Unca Molzart's Peepole gived me a Name!
I is now GONZO!
Its Unca Molzart's turn to type now.
I would ask "What is a Gonzo?" except I was sitting on People's lap when she Googled 'gonzo' to make sure she understood the term our Christmas Visitor used to describe The Kitten Who Needs A Name.
Gonzo is gonzo, a gonzo kitten, so Gonzo it is for the kitten formerly known as The Kitten Who Needs A Name.
I am not quite done being a kitten myself, but I, Mozart was never gonzo, not like this little wild man who has moved in to disturb our peace and totally knock us over with his full-tilt careen through life. People says falling out of a tree ina squirrel nest may have affected my sense of what is fun. (She saw it happen, I didn't know that, but she did. It was before I got In, while I was still Out.)
Plus, he is funny.
I, Mozart, Googled 'gambol' to make sure I was using it right. As long as I can stay out of his way, this kitten's gamboling is hilarious!
Plus, he wags his stubby tail.
He is too cute. My nose is sometimes out of joint, but People knows cats, and she makes sure I have plenty of reassurance that I am The Cat.
I am so cooool that I just watch Gonzo eat, instead of trying to get his kitten food. (Besides, he peed in his water dish-eeeew! People cleaned it out, but...)
People finished her first roll of film. She will drop the film off tomorrow during her weekly food-hunt trip, and the CVS will give her a CD to go along with the paper pictures so that she can upload our pictures for you to see us. We like seeing all the pictures on our fellow cat blogger pages, and we want in on the fun!
More later, Gonzo has his tiny face deep in the trough, so I am going to try for a nap...Maybe when I wake up he'll have learned to talk well enough that he will lose the 'Unca Molzart'
Do I look like a mole??