Dawson’s daddy is away for a week, so I am cat sitting him, while my darling Frosty is with her Grandma. He’s such a funny little personality, doesn’t meow much and is kinda mellow. He loves to go outside – I’m not even going to get into how much I disapprove of that – and seems happier and slimmer now that it’s springtime. He is happy plopped in the middle of the living room floor, watching me. Daddy wrestles with him, but I want him to be a sucky cat, so no biting and scratching! LOL