Who cares if the cat hates me? LIFE IS GOOD!

I'm starting to grow up!...I can now jump up at the living room window, and up onto the bed- and I can be left alone for a full three seconds without eating a foreign object. Don't get me wrong, I still love to play, just a little calmer, a bit lazier.

But the cat still hates me. I got downstairs last week, and she ran and hid. Mom could not find her. She was in the laundry bin! I really don't want to hurt her, just sniff her a little...and maybe give her a lick.

Dad brings me to the dog park almost every day now, and I've made lots of new friends. I'll post photos soon. I wish I could bring Kitty to the dog park and introduce her around, but for some reason, my parents think it's a bad idea.