Last night after playing Dad and I decided to watch some old cartoons. About thirty minutes into the movie, I realized that I, Boomer kitty of Indianapolis, am a star. On the screen was a cartoon cat with my exact markings (except for the red nose, but I'm sure the cartoonist had to change something to ensure my identity). He even acts like me because he is obsessed with a little yellow bird! Granted, his name is Sylvester, but they probably changed the cartoon's name to add character. I couldn't believe my kitty eyes. A cartoon modeled after me, the ever so handsome Boomer. What will those humans think of next?

P.S. One thing I didn't like about the cartoon...poor Sylvester never catches the yellow bird. To add on top of his failure, he always gets hurt in the process of his hunt. Poor Sylvester. I hope that him getting hurt and never catching the bird was not a reflection of my actions. Surely I'm not that clumsy!