Robby and I completed part of our Tour this afternoon. At the first stop, my friend sang kitty lullabies in a very sweet and small kitty voice. Later she said, Robby looks like Groucho Marx. I can kind of see that, if he sported wire rim spectacles and a cigar. My friend said it is his mustache, which is the connected black freckles on the white lip.

This lady has the kitty kat touch. Robby was slung over her arm, his neck flattened, his head dangling, completely hypnotized. We needed a camera, to say the least.

This evening we came home to Robby's very first email, from above mentioned friend, of course. Robby had fun writing back. I also came away with the book A Cat Abroad by Peter Gethers. Can't wait to read that, a national bestseller. Which reminds me, I hope my dad read Dewey, because I can't wait to read that either. Maybe I will read these aloud to Robby. When my friend gets a cat, she's going to name it Rupert. So Roberto and Rupert can have play dates.

The next visit was with the ARA (Advice Ready Alert) lady. She has three indoors cats, so with Robby being so little, we visited outside. She loves black and white cats, so Robby was a big hit. She looked at his white stomach, which I neglected to mention to you a few blogs ago. He has a totally white underside. I learned from this lady that a cat like this is called a Tuxedo cat, what with the white face and paws. However, Robby has a strictly black tail. I also learned valuable information like not to leave the cat in a hot car, not to let it play with plastic bags and not to let Jazzi kill it. I sincerely hope none of these things happens. I appreciate my friends' enthusiasm for my kitty. Such great friends.

My last stop was with my dear friends who are in their early 80's. Here, Robby got down and showed off what a scamper doodle he is...as in all over their house. Boy, Robby is fast. Boy, it wore me out. Robby found every room in their house. Robby got under the middle of their California King size bed, which happened to be situated low to the ground. Then he went under a very low dresser, entering from the rear. I'm telling you, it was a series of heart attacks, including he tried to eat their plant. Leneve wants a kitty but her husband says, No. I called them ahead and said, I am coming over with a surprise. Well, it's true, they could not have a kitten because it would not be good to trip over it and break your hip. Which WOULD happen. Not good at all.

I think I will get a harness and leash for Robby so I can walk him around the neighborhood. I tried carrying him and that was your basically lost cause.

Last night I let Robby run around the bedroom. There is lots for him to do there because it has been over three weeks since we've come home from our vacation, and I still haven't unpacked. There are multiple assorted open bags and suitcases begging a kitty to explore. Once I clean my house, it is going to be a lot more boring for Robby. Anyway, I was reading in bed and I noticed it got quiet, so I got up to look for Robby. I didn't have to look far. There he was, right beside the bed curled up on the edge of a pillowcase, the pillow was propped against the nightstand. Waaah, it was so adorable.

Tomorrow I will take Robby on Tour, Day 2. We will go see Jinny, who started this whole thing. It was because of Jinny that I went to the pet store and first saw Earl Grey. I wish I had Earl Grey to be friends with Robby. Well, I'm not going there.

Jazzi snarled at Robby. I set down on the floor an 8 oz. water bottle, with lid screwed on. Jazzi's favorite and best trick is to unscrew caps from water bottles. This bottle was smaller than the usual 16 oz. size Jazzi is used to. In fact, it was the purrfect size for Robby to investigate, his nose just hit the cap with bottle standing up. Both animals approaced the bottle at the same time. Robby ignored Jazzi and was sniffing around. Jazzi was insulted that Robby would dare to encroach on something that Jazzi considers her exclusive sacred property. So Jazzi snarled at Robby (hence the warning above from friend will be heeded). Mommy was not pleased. It's all a learning process, though. Jazzi is 99.9% most interested in Robby. Robby is not sure what to make of the Jazz. Jazzi even snarls at me if I dare to come near her when she has a special treat. What a little goof.

Good grief, I need to use my Bar Keeper's Friend and blog a report on it. Tomorrow, after The Tour.

KEM'S ZOO