Mommy and Daddy have been trying to teach me to play bass.  Daddy taught Mommy, and they think I'm old enough to try it.  Personally, I wish they had started when I was young.  I could be much better now.  As it is, I'm not sure if I'll ever catch up.


photo from JoshM



Daddy has more pictures on his site (see link above).  It's kinda lame, though, that his bass is broken.  The nut is messed up, so the G string actually rests on the first fret, so it's a Ab string now.  I'm not sure what any of that means, but it makes neat noise when Daddy hooks it up and I hit it hard.  Daddy said something about me being a natural at "Slap
Bass".  I think I'm also a natural at "Slap Kitty" and "Slap Mommy".

I've been kinda sick lately.  I know I need to sleep, but it just seems like a better idea to lie in bed and voice my opinions.  Maybe I'm just sick of walking everywhere!  Ever think about that, Mommy and Daddy?  I understand that it's the cutest thing you've ever seen, but my only chance of catching that elusive feline is by stalking, and stalking can only be done while crawling.  Besides, I've walked all the way across the room several times now, so I think you can trust that I'm "developing normally" (whatever that means).  For now, I'll walk when I feel like walking, but crawling is my general transportation of choice (after being carried upside-down, that is).