I think it’s time to cue up some George Thorogood & The Destroyers, as in “Bad to the Bone.”
You might remember that post from last month when I mentioned that I had started out the new year by misbehaving, and that there had been no consequences. I said I would keep you posted on the situation. Well, little has changed since then …
My mamas have this plate displayed on a bookcase downstairs:
I think it’s a very nice sentiment, but I prefer to leave my paw prints elsewhere.
I just love curling up on a good snow day with my little buddy.
I confess, I’ve started off the year by being a very bad boy. Strangely enough, though, there don’t seem to be any consequences to my boorish behavior. I’ll keep monitoring the situation closely and keep you posted.
So there I was last night, just chilling out under the Christmas tree, waiting for Those Two to get ready for bed. They were staying up much later than usual, watching some lame TV show, but I was determined to be my usual patient self and just wait them out. Then, at the stroke of midnight, they scooped me out from under the tree, hoisted me up and began planting kisses all over me — even on my lips, such as they are. Ha, if only they knew where those lips had been earlier!
I can do without the whole business of waiting for the ball to drop, but I do like the idea of starting off a new year with fresh hopes and goals. I’ve actually made a few resolutions myself. I’m planning to sleep more, eat more and blog more. I’ll probably end up settling for two out of the three.
I hope your year turns out to be everything you dreamed it would be.
Eleven days ago I featured a guest cat here. Well today I’m really deviating from past practice and will let a couple of dogs wish you a merry Christmas. Now these aren’t just any two dogs, because they happen to belong to President-Elect Joe Biden and his wife, Jill. They are German shepherds named Champ and Major, and if you click here you can view their holiday message.
I am so thrilled that pets will be returning to the White House on Jan. 20, after a four-year hiatus. The Bidens have announced they will soon add a cat to the mix, too. So if cats and dogs can manage to get along, perhaps someday humans can, too.
Oh, all right, here’s a photo of me after all, on Christmas morning. I wish you all a peaceful and healthy holiday and new year.
Oh yeah, I’m in my prime all right!
For a change, today’s post will not be all about me. I know, I know … that’s why you’re here. But I’ve decided to occasionally feature other cats because let’s face it, as adorable as I am, I run the risk of becoming stale, if I haven’t already reached that stage.
So today we’re going to talk about Moxie. She was recently adopted by a friend of Mama C, and I can tell by those eyes that she’s going to live up to her name! She is wearing that headgear as a result of surgery to ensure that the feisty Moxie genes are not passed along. I don’t recall ever having to wear one of those, even though I had a similar surgery, and it doesn’t look very comfortable. But it does give Moxie a sort of cool astronaut vibe, and indeed she looks like she just fell down to earth! She’s apparently too young to know that she was supposed to land on her feet.
Here’s wishing Moxie and her Mama P many years of happiness together.
Yes, it’s that time of year again, when suddenly the mailbox is full of cards … cards from friends present and past, cards from people you don’t even know or wish you didn’t. OK, OK, I know I sound like the Grinch. It’s just that receiving a card usually means you’re expected to give one, too, and that can definitely become a chore, especially when you don’t have opposable thumbs! And then have you ever noticed that just when you think you’re done, and you’re patting yourself on the back for getting them out in time, more arrive from unexpected sources and you have to go buy more cards?
Just the thought of it all is enough to make me want to sleep through the holiday. And I probably will, so don’t be disappointed if you don’t receive a card from me.
Have you ever experienced something so unbelievable that you’ve been afraid to share your story with others? Well that’s how I feel about today’s post. But here goes …
There have been a lot of Scrabble games in our house lately. A couple of weeks ago Those Two were playing at the bar, during Happy Hour, and I decided to blow their minds. For the record, that’s not too difficult to do.
As you know, there are two sides to every story. Well this story not only has two sides, but photos of each side. First up is Mama G’s. She was studying the board early into the game when I leaped up there, because I can.
She was thinking I was going to ruin the game before it really had a chance to get started, but then was impressed with my dexterity. I hadn’t moved a tile so much as a hair! She snapped a photo before I moved over to Mama C’s side of the board.
Then Mama G heard Mama C exclaim, “You won’t believe this!” Mama C promptly grabbed her phone and took a photo, though she couldn’t share it with Mama G for a few more turns, for obvious reasons.
So that’s my story, and you can believe it or not.
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