
In fact, Daddy took this picture a couple of days after I got all nice and healthy. He was dancing and making faces at me while holding the camera. It was pretty silly. I decided to throw him a bone with a couple of smiling and laughing picks because I've made it very hard for to get a picture of me smiling.

Daddy seems to have captured a Camera-Head creature because even when the orange light hits me and the blinding light goes off, I can see him making funny faces and laughing with me.
I laugh and smile a lot these days. I keep trying to communicate the way adult people do, as well. According to my parents the sounds I make are "too cute" so I have to resort to extreme measures. I'm not ashamed to cry if it gets me what I want.
C'mere, Pekoe. I want to pet you.
Here Kitty-Kitty...
Look, Pekoe, I'm sorry about that tail-grabbing thing. I didn't know that you didn't like having your tail grabbed.
C'mon, Pekoe, lemme pet you. I promise, no tail-grabbing.
I know you want attention -- and I want to provide it! I love Kitty-Cats. Even though they don't love me.