I just felt like saying that, it really has nothing to do with my post for tonight, but felt it needed to be said.Ok, so he is a big dork, actually a tiny little dork with a mutant paw, and he keeps trying to "show" me that he's the boss, so I constantly have to slam his head into the floor, and yet, he just doesn't get it.
We had yet another exciting day of napping today. Its a lot cooler than it was, but still too hot for my fluffiness to be out for any amount of time. The human woman let us go out on the deck today, and then made this huge deal about Sam coming up the stairs. Sam has developed some sort of fear about climbing up the deck steps, so since he made it up today, you'd think he developed the cure for rabies or something.
Ok, so maybe the topic of today's blog entry is "the neurotic morons I live with, including the humans". Case in point: human woman (1 guess at what she's wearing right now... yep, blue sleepy pants) human woman lets us in last night and a moth came in with us. Big, tasty moth, which we weren't allowed to try and catch. No, the human woman stood there with a fly swatter and batted at the moth as it circled around the lightbulb. We just stared at her. She never hit it. Gave up. Went to bed.
The human man actually expects us to get out of his way when we were clearly laying in the kitchen in front of everything he needed to get into way before he needed to get into it. Then he gets mad when we stand up... of course, we usually stand up when he's trying to step over us, but that's not the point. You tell us to get out of the way, then get mad when we do. What gives?
Did a little bed riccochet tonight, then a little nap, pretty soon it'll be bed time. I'm kinda hungry. The whole "feed us at 4:30 instead of 6pm" bug the human woman until she gave up is backfiring, as I'm a bit hungry right now. I doubt that any amount of clawing will get me another dinner, but its worth a shot.
On a last note: we wish Susan Butcher a glorious sled ride across the Rainbow Bridge to be with her beloved ones, and to wait those that have yet to cross.
Live your dreams now, for tomorrow they may turn to regrets.
Meeshka
(feeling very zen and fluffy tonight)
Don't you hate it when the hoomans tell you to do something and then yell at you when you do it?? Doodles gets that stuff all the time. Hoomans are just plain stoopid.
ReplyDeleteHumans are STUPID !!! Charlie has started to annoy the human woman (in her sleepy purple sweatpants !) by whenever he goes anywhere inside he will just stop and the human woman runs into him - it's pretty funny, but she gets mad !
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Opy
Since the front porch lights are wacko at our house after being squirted with the hose, they keep coming on and inviting lots of moths to our house. Maybe I'll get to eat one.
ReplyDeleteWhy can't homo sapiens understand that felines and canines operate on distinct time patterns which are independent of their own? It's not like you didn't hear him tell you what to do - it's just the response was according to your time table, and not his. So silly...
ReplyDeleteMeeska,
ReplyDeleteWe stopped by to find out any news on the Blogathon donations. We guess nothing new yet.
Next time you just need to go after the moth and show your humans some of your hidden talents.
Roxie, Sammy & Andy