Sunny's Corner

Hi!  This is Sunny and I finally convinced mommy and daddy to let me write and share my story.  Last summer we all moved to Alaska and have had a lot of fun this past year.  There was much to do in the village and I kept myself very busy despite my family's interference.  I tried to visit the neighbors downstairs several times, but had to be very sneaky to even get out the apartment door.  I also tried to explore the village and introduce myself to everyone but mommy always got me at the outside door and would never let me get any further - how very unfriendly!  She kept fussing about the dogs in the village.  I guess she was afraid they might kidnap me and take me home to their houses.  In all the time I spent sunning in the windows I never saw any other kitties, so I bet critters of the feline persuasion and pretty valuable in the village.  I was allowed to venture out onto the deck and enjoy the outdoors from there, but it's very hard to stalk and catch a bird in such a small space with no cover - for the record they have some very large birds that looked very tasty, but I'll never know as my hunting grounds were so unfairly limited.  I did discover the village has some very tasty fish!  I have become a connoisseur of fish preferring my salmon raw and at room temperature and expecting it on demand.  Halibut, though, is not so tasty which is a pity considering their huge size.  While my parents wouldn't let me go visit the neighbors, I did have one neighbor who would come to the house just to see me.  Miss Carol would keep me company when my family was gone, play with me, brings me presents.  She loves me very much and just might be my very best friend.

Now it's summer, though, and it was time to head back to Missouri.  I must confess I think my family had this a little backwards going to Alaska for the winter and returning to Missouri for the summer.  Kitties get cold very easily and require sunbeams for proper napping and those are in very short supply in Alaskan winters.  At least I got to ride in first class on the way home.  Well, it was coach for people, but until the people at the airlines learn to appreciate and recognize pets as the members of the family that they are, coach for people is first class for critters.  Otherwise you're stuck between some smelly, slobbery dog and someone's luggage full of stinky shoes and dirty laundry in the cargo area.  So I rode home in class and have been working diligently to get everything at home situated and comfortable, but there is one major problem . . . I am going bald!!  Ever since I've gotten home my hair is falling out everywhere.  Mommy insists I'm just shedding, but I don't think she is taking this problem nearly as seriously as she should.  She is also not providing me salmon on demand any more . . . I may need to find the number for the humane society to report neglect . . . and learn how to dial the phone with my nose.