So ma'man has been laid up with something Batgirl calls "the ouchies". That is as close to what the peoples call RA as we can come. Herself moves and she says "owowow" so I calling it the "owies". My name is being Sunny. It is 'cause I have excellent disposition...big word for cat, spelling optional. I am being Russian Blue, and am the favorite. I know I am cause I am helper to Herself. We make bed every morning when I am reminding Herself that the time is right. The time is right when I say. I have sister named Cher, she of "the lights are on but nobody home" fame. Or at least that is what I hear my people say when speaking of her. She is very sweet, just not very clever. And she is liking dogs better than felines. Strange girl, she. Our people are getting ready for something called "super bowl" and we have bets as to what will be in it. Will it be kibble for damn dogs or will it be salmon for the sweeties (us)...or will it be that strange stuff Himself calls "dip" when he is eating the corn crispies...i am thinking it has to be salmon or maybe even jackmac...yummmm...but will have to let you know. This super bowl is supposed to be prepared on the Sabbath day...which is very strange, because usually they eat at The World Famous Smokehouse on Sunday. Herself brings us a plate to share that is filled with chicken and something she calls ribs that the dogs like...she tells us Roger prepared this feast for us and us alone...but I smell ribs on her breath when she is telling us so i am thinking that maybe this roger prepares the feast and our darling mama'n simply shares the afters...so that is me, but don't be telling anyone that i am the favorite. it is being our secret.