What is the Matrix

I hope everyone has enjoyed the pictures! I added a couple more. Let me tell you, if you don't know how to nap properly you should learn. Dad still has a long way to go. Now Mom, she's a pro. She could teach me a thing or two about napping but here are the lessons I have to impart: 1) if you are tired, feel free to find the nearest available space and fall down (doesn't matter if it's by a pillow, on a bed, on the floor, or on a person as long as it's comfortable), which leads to 2) be comfortable, even if it doesn't look comfortable to anyone else as long as you are happy with your position and can nap that is what matters most, and 3) don't fight the nap (it is okay to fight off impending sleep but naps should never be put off until later).

Lots happened this weekend. I went to the vet. Sure, it was my second visit, but I could tell it was more important than the first - Auntie Erika was there (which may have explained why I was a little excited and ready to claw, search and play). The did some tests, but according to Dad I'm okay. I do have to go back in a few more weeks. I did not like the car ride over. And I am not at all happy with the bag that I'm thrown in, but not much I can do about it for now.

Mom decided she was too tired to go to some baby shower, which at first I was happy about because more time with Mom. But then she also decided she needed to get out for a bit. Something about a car. Now, they kept mentioning the word "matrix." While they were gone I Googled and either they were talking about:

OR....

I think it was the latter but I'm just a kitten, what do I know? (Mom just emailed me to tell me that we are getting a new car - I guess Dad can't seem to keep our current one running good enough for Mom).

The upside of Mom and Dad being gone so long was time with the grandparents upstairs. I spent a good portion of Saturday afternoon and again Sunday upstairs. There is lots to see and do up there. Definitely way more room up there to run and roam. I was not at all happy when Dad came up Sunday, stuck me on some round cushy, chair-thing and I was unable to get down. Took him a while before the crying got to him.

Well, as I said don't fight a nap, and I'm feeling one come on now so I better go. Plus, I think Dad wants his computer back. I still haven't figured out how to use Mom's. If only my parents would give me an iBook and iPod of my own (Thanks for the support Auntie Linda!).