Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I'm so cute!

Sorry. Just have to tell the world.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

What Will it Take To Get me Some Whole Wheat?

Yesterday I woke up to a window full of white stuff. Everyone kept calling it snow. All I could think was that it was put down to hinder my escape. Easier to track me down. Blob had a fit about going out in it to get Caring and him something to eat. Sissy. Caring went anyway, and then Blob got all bent out of shape about her parking in the street. If she were bright, she'd have parked it on his bloated carcass. That would have kept it from rolling down the driveway.

Speaking of causing bodily harm, I tried to knock Blob down today with a 2 liter bottle. I need to find away to cushion the sound. He keeps hearing me before I can get it to the floor. He drinks some sort of prescription by the gallon. Dr. Thunder fills the generic prescription. Dr. Pepper fills the brand name. I've been trying to get Dr. Kevorkian to fill a third, but I've had no luck using the 400 pound phone on the wall.

Caring is super mad at me these days seems she has issues with me chewing on rolls of paper towels, calling me "her little puppy." I lived with puppies for several days. Comparing me to those crazy people pleasers is the last straw. Of course, she drinks something called Sprite, and in little silver cylinders that she keeps in that big black safe on the wall, so I've not figured out how I'm going to get back at her. Maybe if I put some "minerals" of my own from the cat box into her mineral makeup.

She doesn't realize that I'm chewing on paper towels because I am not getting enough fiber in my diet. Ever since Blob switched me to something called "Indoor Formula Cat Chow" I've not been regular. Sammy needs a good poopy. You'd think she'd get the hint and get me some decent granola, or at least some Fibercon. Nope. She just scolds me in a sing-song voice and laughs.

Jax has been a sweetie recently. He gave me a big hug last night and licked my forehead last night, which I guess Blob thought was cute, because he took 500 pictures of me. I hate the paparazzi. Reminds me of the time I was dating Socks when I was doing some spying for the Republican party.

Well, I have to get back to my nap. I'm guessing Caring wants to use the computer, and Blob probably wants it too. GEEKS!