Hi, my name is Berkey Bob, but my Mum calls me B-B. I just turned a year old, and I've started into my terrible 2's (I'm an early bloomer).

I've found out that it's every so much fun to run and jump and play on Mum's waterbed - especially around 2:00 in the morning.

I mean gee she has to get up to go to work at 4:00 anyway. I'm just trying to get her up so we play before that "cat" gets up. You know, don't you, the old one that keeps slapping me in the whiskers all of the time. Yea, that's the one.

Mum must really love that old kitty, too cause she keeps telling me "No B-B, don't chase the kitty, No B-B, you can't jump on the kitty's back, No B-B eat your own food, or B-B how many times have I told you not to hurt the kitty? Ah - such is life." Then she gathers me up and starts hugging and kissing on me Ugh....

Mum tells me that I was found in a hayloft of friends of hers, and she saw me and Ya-la .. it was love at first sight. Now I have my own house, and my Mum to wait on me Paw and paw.

Why, she really gets excited when I act like I'm going to jump in her bath with her in it. It's all in fun, I just like to remind her who's boss in this castle.

Gotta go, I just saw her take her hair down and I've got to steal her rubber band. I'm kind of devilish like that. Bye Now.