I feel bad for some people. Really, I do. Some people have these really boring normal cats. The kind that cuddles on your lap while watching TV. Or maybe they sleep lovingly by their feet at night. These cats might like cat nip and table scraps. These people will never know the joys of a Landon.

At the moment, my little Lou is asleep right next to me. Snoring. Has anyone ever heard a cat snore? It’s a rare little treat. You know, last night I went to sleep on the couch to escape the snoring in the room-only to have another snorer follow me to the couch.

Of course, you guys are well aware of Landon’s other fun activities. Nothing is sweeter than the yowl of Landon as he looks for the latest blanket to fuck. In fact, yesterday, Michael’s mother was over visiting and he started yowling, yet no blanket was around. For a minute, I was certain he was going to hump her leg. Like a dog. Oh, that Lou.

There was another little fun thing Landon did while Michael’s mom was here. Landon has thing where he just has to be with the family. The worst thing you could ever do to him is separate him from where everyone else is. We had lit some candles (as we often do) and we were all gathered around the island talking. Landon kept jumping up and walking in between us all. He came close to the flame a few times, but since we light those all the time, I thought he figured out that fire = bad. Not so much. Michael was able to move Landon just in time-but not before he singed the fur on his butt. And the whiskers on his face. Silly me. I forgot Landon has no brain.

So, now I have my little burned butt lou.

Thank God he didn’t lose the rest of his nub.