Do you remember My Buddy Dolls from the ’80s?

And the commercials had that song:

My Buddy

My Buddy

Whereever I go, he-eeee goes.

My Buddy

My Buddy

My Buddy and Mee-eeeeeeeee!

Please tell me I’m not the only one that remembers that doll and that song. And then “Kid Sister” came out? HAHA!

OK, well I call Ferris “Buddy” a lot. I’m not sure why, and I’m not sure why I started. I like to pick him up (although he’s tipping the scales at 17-18 pounds, so I don’t really do this much anymore) and kind of dance around and sing the “My Buddy” song. I’m weird.

Ferris is a velcro cat. He has to be around us at all times, and if we aren’t paying attention to him, he runs around crying. Loudly. Like, he won’t shut up. It’s hilarious. He also gets upset when he can’t find Simone. I think she likes to get away from him, but he gets really stressed out if he doesn’t know where she is. He also gets into EVERYTHING. This weekend, the cords to our Roman shades were his victims.

I love Simone in the background. I think she’s rolling her eyes, HAHA. And I know some of the pictures are blurry. I don’t care.

I really wish all of you could come over and see My Buddy. He’s turning into a massive cat. My mom was convinced one of her cats (his sister) was the same size as him. We kept telling her there was no way that Merlot was as big as Ferris. Then Mom came over this past weekend and saw Ferris, lying on the kitchen table and taking up a large percentage of the surface. She quickly retracted her statement.