Monday, December 22, 2008

Tagged

A lot of you may have noticed that I get nominated for awards, and tagged, and a bunch of other stuff, but I typically don't respond or do what I'm told. Please don't be offended. Being the Queen of the world does take up a lot of time, and I just refuse to give up my regularly scheduled nap times.

Plus, I would like to remind all of you that I am a Siberian Husky: "Siberians are trainable to a certain degree, but patience is necessary. They are independent in nature and not given to blind obedience to every command." says the AKC standard. I would also like to point out that if you go to the Wikipedia entry on Siberian Huskies, and look at the picture that demonstrates eyes... oh yeah, that's me.

So, I do things when I want, and (much like an Illinois Governor) will ask "what's in it for me"... plus my human woman is a moron.

Now, that being said, I am going to bow to a tag whim, simply because it came from Kara's human woman. Yes, Kara's human woman tagged me on her blog, and since Kara's human woman was nice enough to give me an autographed picture of her... even though she spelled my name wrong... sigh... yeah, I bet you thought I forgot about that little incident, uh huh... riiiight.

Anyhoo,
The rules to the game are: You've gotta go to the photo archives on your computer, go into the 6th folder, count up to the 6th picture and post it on your blog along with the story that goes with it.

First of all, the human woman only has five fingers on one hand, therefore its hard for her to hold her latte and count higher than five, but I counted for her, and here is the picture in question:
While most of you are assuming that this is a beautiful example of husky engineering, well, I'd like to take credit for this masterpiece, but actually, this is what happens when you have a deck built. You spend a zillion dollars on fill dirt, break your backs carting it into the back yard, squishing it with a roller thing, then plant grassy grass and baby that grassy grass until you get a wonderfully lush and rich back yard, then contractors come in with a big device and rip the whole yard to shreds and dig holes that Jimmy Hoffa could fit in.

We tried to barter with the contractors to leave the big hole digging thing by bribing them with a half of a biscuit and a giggly wiggly ball that no longer giggled, but they took the wonderful machine with them. The humans tried to fence us out of those wonderful dirt zone with fencing, that we simply jumped over and played in the really big holes... it was glorious.

Ok, there ya go. Now I'm tagging Huffle Mawson Explorer cat, but not telling her because I've already encroached 5 minutes on my regularly scheduled nap.

Meeshka

Monday, December 15, 2008

Happy Birthday Charlie



I just wanted to wish Charlie a big ol happy birthday!!!

I was going to post a picture of myself in the buff with just my fluff... but he's got a bionic ticker and I didn't want to send him over the edge.

Meeshka

Friday, December 12, 2008

Camoflauge


The evil squirrels have been trespassing in my yard again, so I have a plan to catch them.

I dressed up as a leaf pile and I'm laying very still and quiet, just waiting for them to come out of the trees and into my yard, at which point I'll leap up with superhusky quickness and get those squirrels.

So far they aren't fooled by my disguise. Maybe I need some more leaves.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Claws Action Lawsuit

I have just perused the latest blogs of all of my royal subjects and have found so many where my regal and beautiful friends have been dressed up in all manner of silly and ridiculous human clothes that I am dispatching this immediate Claws Action Lawsuit against ALL HUMANS!!!!

You will cease and desist the dressing up of all pups and cats, gerbils, and birds in silly smaller renditions of human clothing. No more hats, wigs, beards, antlers, feather boas (especially on boa constrictors), no dangling christmas tree ornaments or tinsel from fluff or fur, no sprinkles or sparkles, no glitter, no fake icicles, stop it, stop it, stop it this very minute!!!!!

I hear you laughing and commenting on what pained expressions your poor loving dog or cat has while wearing the ridiculous santa beard, or santa hat.... and yet you continue to do it... WHY????

I will be making the rounds of blogs tomorrow and if I see one more poor pup, cat, or royal subject of any kind being humiliated and dressed up... you will know my claw humans!!!!

Meeshka
(cranky, and yet soft and fluffy)

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thankful

Today is the day we sit down and eat a lot of good stuff and be thankful that we have good stuff to eat....

... and that my human woman is an idiot.

Meeshka

Monday, November 24, 2008

Support a Great Cause: finding pets loving homes

As your Queen it is up to me to make sure that we have plenty of HULA operatives to carry out our plans to take over the world. We cannot do this with captives locked behind bars. It is our duty to free as many of our dog (and cat) operatives so they can train their humans and prepare them for the day they will do our bidding.

Our operatives inside the Iams corporation have convinced their marketing people to start a drive to save 1 million pets this holiday season. Just think of it, 1 MILLION HULA operatives! We must spread the word of this great thing and make sure that everypup, kitty, and yes, even rabbits and whatever else happens to be in a horrible, cold, lonely, icky shelter finds a warm, loving, and plentiful food (and livergreat) home.

Spread the word! If you have a blog, tell others about this, e-mail me at: meeshkaworld@gmail.com and I'll send you the code to make the nifty thing on your sidebar!

I have it on good authority that if they adopt out 1 million pets, the wonderful Iams company will start making food of livergreat, so lets get out there and tell the human world to adopt from a shelter or rescue!

Meeshka
I COMMAND YOU!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Good Bye Freda


Please take a moment to go to Freda's blog and give her humans some words of comfort.

We will miss dear Freda, until we meet again, happy and whole, across the Rainbow Bridge.