Petey & Sophie & Asta, OH MY!

Lest you should think all my time in New York City was spent canoodling with my sweetpea and lovepup, Asta, here is proof positive that our relationship is not one of those that excludes our friends. We spent some good time with Sophie, Petey Boy, and his tennis ball. (My girl told me we were not ever leaving NYC if we didn't get to see Petey, so I kept stalling the meeting, even though I was dying to see him.) Here he is in all his fuzzy glory, sporting that cute little balogna tongue.

Our first meeting occurred at Asta's house. Petey came over for evening cocktails. His fave is a bowl of cool water with a tennis ball twist.

His mama (Auntie Jane) looks like she's trying to work some type of healing on me in this photo, but really she's just giving me some very relaxing scritches.




We went right from scritches into the Goober Mind Meld.

Eventually I had to relinquish my claim to Auntie Jane so Asta could get some share of the lovin'.

Auntie Jane tried to convince me that Asta & Petey are like brother and sister, but I really don't see the resemblance.

We all felt at home with each other right away, and in no time Petey was sporting his mohawk for us (it's his fave 'do when at the beach). He had us all cracking up!

Naturally, Petey wanted us to come with him to the dog run where he and Asta first met.

We were met there by Sophie, who was ready for some tennis ball bonding with Petey!

While Sophie & Petey extolled the virtues of the tennis ball...

Asta engaged my girl in a game of holy roller fetch.

That girl plays a serious game of tug,

and loses all sense of personal space. (My girl didn't care, though. She's a BIG Asta fan!)

From their expressions you can obviously tell that the photographer is NOT the one with the tennis ball.

Sophie showed us one of the stupid hooman tricks she's been teaching her mom. She said her mom can actually put 3 balls in her mouth at once.

Petey ~ communing with the ball.

We tried several times to get a group shot of us at the run together. My powers of persuasion were not enough to entice my sweet Asta to leave her holy roller ball for the photo op.

It's pretty obvious who is not cooperating in this photo.

At one point I agreed to help Sophie attempt to maneuver the tennis ball away from Petey by implenting the double-team booty block. (It didn't work.)

Of course, Auntie Jane and I made sure to get some good one-on-one time together. I really think she digs me.

Plus, she gets my sense of humor.

As a ruse to give Asta & I some time together sans hoomans, Sophie feigned fatigue so she could go back to her luxury hotel and Petey invited all of the hoomans over to his house for the evening.

My girl, Sophie's mama Sherry, and Asta's mommi Ami all fell in love with Petey's catbro, Mica.

He's an eldercat, but you'd never know it. He acts like a wee kitten.

He even gave a kiss to Sophie's mama, Sherry.

Now, I'm going to warn you that the following few photos are a little disturbing. They were taken covertly by Mica & Petey, and appear to be a photo essay on hooman goobs who have mistaken one of Petey's squeakies for a party favor. What's really strange is that ALL of the hoomans participated. Could it have anything to do with what they were drinking? You be the judge.

Thanks, Petey. You really did a solid for me & Asta by watching after the hoomans and keeping them out of our fur for awhile. Thanks for running interference for us. We owe you, man!

Goob love,

Stanley