Meow Mix®

Last week, I grew my first whisker. This week, I am sorry to report, that no new whiskers have grown since that post. This is not all bad news, though I am slightly discouraged, because last night I had a revalatory dream. In it, I spoke no English. Instead, I meowed the whole time. I understood what I was saying and interacted with other cats. We walked the town together, rolled on the ground, together and I think at one point I grew a tail. They say you know you are fluent in a foreign language when you dream in that tongue. I can only hope that this means I am one step closer towards a complete metamorphosis into a feline critter.