Author: Mr. Bo

With all due respect to Abba, that would be Mama C, not me. Apparently Mama C just feels the beat and wants to move to it. Me, not so much. But then I’m a cat, so I don’t really have a choice.

I’m not the type to draw blood when my mamas do something I don’t like, so in this case I’m getting revenge in other ways. Mama C was horrified by how fat I look in this photo, so I’m posting it! Mama G leans toward the theory that I’m just very strong and muscular. I’ll let them hash that argument out on their own time.

Meanwhile, I think I’ll sit out the next dance, thank you!

 

… to me! Yes, it’s been one year since I started blogging! Can you believe it? Who knew that a cat could have so much to say!

Since I began this journey with a meager introduction, the blog has received 3,311 views from 808 visitors. I’m not sure who all those people were or what brought them here, but if I’ve made a few laugh, or even think, along the way, then I’ve done my job. Not that it’s a job.

When you love what you do, it’s not work at all.

Wow, that was weird, but today I suddenly sensed that someone was watching me. I think I heard a drone flying over the house, too. Are Those Two up to something?

 

As just about any cat lover knows, we cats instinctively come running when we hear the sound of a can opener. This is kind of curious in my case, since my food comes from cans with a pull tab or from pouches that are torn open. Still, I can’t help myself.

So imagine my disappointment tonight when I was awakened from a slumber by that glorious sound and came running into the kitchen, only to find this:

Really???

 

Well if there were ever a perfect day to just stay in bed, today was it. But then I tend to think that every day, rain or shine.

I’m feeling a little embarrassed today, as a result of yesterday’s post. As my faithful reader Babs pointed out in her comment, I was a bit cocky. And no one likes cocky.

So I’ve decided to give myself a time-out in the closet. If Those Two aren’t going to punish me for my transgressions, someone has to step up to the plate!

I just love flouting the rules of the house right in front of Those Two. Why? Because I know I won’t be punished! Yes, it appears that I am “so stinkin’ cute,” as they say, that I can get away with just about anything! Oh sure, they might yell at me to get down, or to stop doing whatever it is I’m doing that I shouldn’t be, but I know there won’t be any real consequences.

There are quite a few studies out there showing that attractive people are viewed more favorably and receive lesser punishment when they manage to get into trouble. I think it applies to the cat world, too.

Yeah, I’m handsome, so what are you going to do about it?

Hey, we all have our own vices, right?

 

Say, what is this bright substance splashed all over my bean bag chair? Oh yeah, now I remember!

I have to hand it to Mama G. She often tackles home-improvement projects that most humans wouldn’t attempt, even if she doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing.

Her latest battle is against those old and hideously corroded plastic-knob faucets in the bathrooms. She decided recently that all four of them had to go.

The project was going fairly well until she began working on the faucet on the pedestal sink in the downstairs half-bath. Ha, and she thought that was going to be the easy one! Well apparently she might have bitten off more than she could chew.

At first I was willing to try to help, you know, at least lend some moral support or maybe even slide a tool or two over.

But after watching her agony for a few minutes, I decided I had better things to do, like play or take a nap. So I was outta there, leaving her to swear all by herself.

Good luck, Mama!