Joey is such a little goofball. I’m starting to think I’m more of a cat person than a dog person - maybe. Maybe it’s just the individuals - I surely prefer Oreo over the parents’ cats. I’ll certainly always have dogs, saying I am “more” one than another is somewhat misleading, as I love them both so much. In any case, Joey just suits me.

Tonight I got back up to watch some TV and read a magazine. Joey got hyper. He was careening around the house like Zeeke does - running into walls, vaulting off furniture. I walked down the hall into the office a few times, and he came barelling down the hall after me, purrowing in conversation. I found one last mouse in the cupboard (how did the others all disappear? And where did they all go?), tossed that across the floor a few times. He loves to chase. I sat down to eat some oatmeal and watch tv, and Joey decided to take matters into his own hands. As I’m sitting there he picks up the mouse, shakes it, throws it, bats it around with his paws. It was so damn cute. He was doing little pounces on it, chasing it around. Finally I got the catnip out of the closet (oh yeah!) and sprinkled some on his scratching board. Man, does he love catnip. It surely keeps him interested in that scratching board. I just wish he’d remember it when he was stretched out on the couch, digging in his little claws.

It’s just nice to have him around, making me laugh, purring and looking for affection. I like that he’s so small and gentle (even though he does bite now and then). It’s especially nice when I’m feeling so spazzy as I have of late and can’t seem to focus at all.

I guess the name is sticking. I can’t come up with anything better, and it’s been what, three weeks? I’m really sad knowing this means I can’t name my puppy Zoe… I was so set on it. But I guess I’ll come up with something else. It’s not a great resolution. I’ll give it a few more weeks, maybe a name will come after I go back to college.