I've turned yellow, literally

I've been experimenting with alternative color schemes lately. I'm currently covered with bright yellow swirls, from my face to my haunches. It complements my beautiful off-white shading quite nicely I must say. People have been asking, "How did you change color, Goober?" But that's my secret. (HINT: It involves feces).

Last few months have been nice and relaxing out in rehab in the western suburbs. I've put on some weight, gotten some fresh air and exercise, and socialized with many new people. But there is something new in the air these days. It is the winds of change.

Next week I'll be moving back in with the owner. I think the time apart has given us lots of opportunities to grow as people/felines, and to really value one another. It will be strange not having Gusto and Benjamin around, or that nice middle-aged couple who feeds me and steal my doo-doo colleciton about twice a week, but I think it's time to move on.

Remember to vote tomorrow. Vote for cradle to grave pet health care. It's time someone spoke up for those who can't speak themselves.

Lastly, happy birthday to the Woman Who Brushes Me.