The Bug Zapper

Oh gosh, as if the turkey sandwich wasn’t enough, this next thing doesn’t bode well for the human woman’s ability to continue. I may very well be all alone here in a while.

We have a lot of oogie bugs in our back yard, and since the humans don’t like to use chemicals out there (for fear that our super powers will make us grow invincible... or the gimpies will get even more mutant) they don’t spray for bugs or anything. This means a lot of free range, organic bugs and animals for us to eat out there.

The only bad things are those pesky mosquitos that carry all sorts of nasty things like heartworm and west nile virus (remember, give your dogs their once a month heartworm medication... its good for them, and good for your human wallet as treating that is not only expensive, but dangerous to your dog... thank you for listening to your one second dog health blurb).

In a fit of genius (at least that’s what the human woman says) she ordered a bug zapper. I’m sure right off the bat when you look at that thing, the name itself implies that the human woman shouldn’t be wielding one of these things. Its only a matter of time before she zaps herself with it and then who will feed me.

Sure enough, I clawed and suggested that she get out of the chair and go outside and get some fresh air and wake up some more after those 5 cups of coffee, and she gets the bright idea to take the bug zapper with her. I haven’t heard back from her. Its getting close to posting time, so I’m going ahead and tapping this out with my claws (scratches on the power book be damned), and I can only suspect that when I go out there, I’ll find her singed and laying stunned under the deck.

So, since she’s not here to stop me, I’m going to give away one of the autographed dog booties that were actually worn by real athletic purebred Siberian Huskies during the 2007 Iditarod to the first person that can tell me the name of the human woman that autographed the bootie!

Meeshka
(Are those sleepy pants I smell burning?)