Beginning with Finnegan

Finnegan.  Fourteen pounds of happy floofy little black cat.  I've started this Finneyblog because Finnegan has asked me to do so.  "Mom," he said.  "I finks I needs a blog."  Anything for my friend Finn.

For anyone wondering why Finney talks so funny, well, he comes to sit here in my lap while I'm on the computer every evening, and he has done this every evening since I brought him home.  He has voraciously read every word that appears on ICanHasCheezburger.com, a favorite website for both of us.  Cats in "Cheezland" have their own way of talking - and spelling - and Finney (being the astoundingly intelligent little guy that he is) picked it up quite quickly.  So please forgive both of us if the spelling seems a bit awry in places.

Finnegan, all 32 ounces of him at the time, came to live with me in the fall of 2009 following the loss of my brightest light and bestest kitty, Elmo Macaroni.  All I can say is this: I was so lucky to have found Elmo - and I was so lucky to have found Finnegan.  Everyone deserves a once-in-a-lifetime cat.  Me, I have had TWO once-in-a-lifetime cats, first Elmo ... and now my little Finnegan.  I've gotten lucky twice.

So, at Finnegan's direction, I'll be posting his philosophies and adventures as they happen.  Finney sez, "Ohai!  Ohai, ebbrybuddy! I will tellz yoo awl bowt my fillosofees and my 'ventchers!"