Now, you may think that I am entirely composed of barfs and sunshine, but there's much more to me than that.

I'm a Renaissance cat--I enjoy a wide variety of activities, such as eating grass, barfing, batting at my little sister from on top of the coffee table, lap sitting, barfing, looking pensively out the window, and barfing.

Eating grass is a personal favorite, though. The back lawn has become a veritable snack bar now that the grass has turned green. I stand at the back door and gesture dramatically towards the handle as soon as the humans get home (I am not yet tall enough to reach it). I have also perfected a "please let me into the backyard to eat the grass" call, which goes something like this: "Brooooowr."

Not only does grass affect my delicate taste buds in a pleasing manner, but it is a convenient way of dislodging unpleasant stomach contents.

Oh, maybe I am composed entirely of barfs and sunshine.