We've all started to take over Davey Jones' jobs, too. Barnaby watches over Mama at night and Booper snuggles up with her during the day. Pockets had a ball and was growling and yowling, while coming down the hall. She sounded just like Davey Jones with Bubby. We're all demanding volcano food now. Mama doesn't squish it up into a mountain the way Auntie Susan does. Mama tries, but it's not the same. Ferbie comes in and tells everyone if the water in the water dishes is low or if more dry food needs to be put out. Sherman started a soccer game like Davey Jones used to do. It was fun to watch for a while. So far, no one has become the family finder. That was Davey Jones' job. If someone was hiding because of having to take medicine or because of a Vet visit, Davey Jones would find that cat or dog for Mama or Aunty Susan. No one is doing that job, yet. Mama still calls on Davey Jones to find them. I don't know how she does it, but it works. We're all trying to fill the void that he left. Nothing is the same, but we're working on getting things back to normal. MAMA GOT A BOX - JUST FOR ME MY FLUFFY CAME BACK I GOT SICK YESTERDAY FELOGA My Blog will continue, so Mama and I will be seeing you next month. I'll have new Feloga positions and all of the gossip to share with you.

Mama says that Davey Jones came home, but he's in a box and I don't like that. I have been telling everyone how I feel by shredding paper towels. Mama bought some cheap paper towels for me to shred and hid the good ones, but I saw her do that. I tried the cheapies, but they are not soft on my paws and they taste different. I'll just wait for the good ones to come out again. Mama calls what I'm doing "acting out", but I'm not acting. I still look for Davey Jones.
Mama ordered a present just for me. It was a box. Something came in the box, but I wasn't interested in that. I wanted the box, so Mama gave it to me. I played and played until I tore the box up. That's OK. Mama will get me a new one. That's because she loves me very much.
I don't know where My Fluffy has been, but it is back. The other day, Mama came in and there she was, holding My Fluffy. I love My Fluffy and missed it. My Fluffy has developed a mind of its own. I hope that it doesn't disappear again. Now that My Fluffy is back, I can sleep more peacefully.
I had a hairball. I don't like having a hairball. A Princess should not have anyone seeing her like that. I demanded a clean, new towel to lie on and Mama had to carry me around for a long time. I'm not upset now, but I don't want any more hairballs. It is undignified.
My new Feloga (Feline Yoga) position is Tail Holding. You have to be on your back, put your ears back, swish your tail back and forth, then grab you tail in both front paws. Bring the tail up to your nose and sniff it. Hold the position for a minute or so. Then relax and start again.
My name is Belle and I’m two years old.![]()