Quit your whining! I got to go with them for Thanksgiving and it was no fun on my end. First, on Wednesday, they incarcerated me in my carrier and drove me down so I could keep the idiot Dudley company. Does the idiot look like he needs company??
Then, they dump us in our room and go away for the entire day and night with NO instructions for anyone to feed us at 6PM like we are used to. Then when they finally decided to return at 12:30AM, you would think they would want to appease us and give us our missing dinner. However, in their infinite wisdom, they decided it was "too late", so they just gave us treats. Then on Thanksgiving, we got left alone again all day. She finally took pity on me and took a nap with me. Then they went off to eat Turkey without us, then they came in and incarcerated us again and drove us home where we had to share "our" turkey with you and Gretel. So as you can see from this picture, I had no fun.
I would have been happier if I got to stay with you!
Happy Thanksgiving to my humans! I think it gracious that I say this since you left me at home with the diva while the black and white boys get to go with you for the holiday. Please note that if you do not bring home a care package of turkey for me and Gretel we will knock over the tv and break it!!!!!!!!!!
So I was at my beach resort for the weekend and minding my own business in a room I am sure someone will say I didn't belong to begin with. Next thing I know there is this giant dinosaur bird talking to me like the humans do waiting for me to talk back. What the hell is going on at this place, now the pets talk like the humans?????????
Happy Birthday, Dud! I can't believe it has already been six months since that day when we found you screaming your little head off in the garden. If you had asked me that day, the last thing on my mind was getting another cat. It was still under two months since I had lost Tig and I was just not ready. I strongly believe that Tig decided it was time for me to stop crying over her and she put you in that garden for me to find you.
When I think of how you fit in the palm of my hand just six months ago, I am amazed at what a healthy, somewhat spoiled, cat you have become. I was so scared I would hurt you, as I am sure you were when you stared up at the giant trying to feed you. You have changed our lives and surprisingly enough we adore you!
And now for your birthday post, a picture show to indicate just how far we have come in six short months.
That's me, Andrew, having a very peaceful Saturday afternoon nap. Then she came in and said hello to me and next thing I know, everything goes to hell because SOMEONE cannot stand her paying attention to anyone else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They could have left me home in peace with George and Gretel for the weekend, but nooooooooo, someone has to keep Dudley company!!!!
She started the job this week and as expected, I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL!!! I like having her around all day to entertain me and cater to all my needs. Just this morning, I got her to play with me for an hour or so. She was trying to work on the computer but I just jumped up on the computer and then she would have to throw one of my toys so I would get off the computer. She feels too guilty about leaving me alone for two days this week to just pick me up and remove me from the computer. Guilt is a good thing!
Last night I was sleeping on her lap and she whips out her phone and starts taking pictures of me. I am not as in love with these iphones as they are! A boy can't even take a nap in peace any more. At least before if she wanted to take a picture of me she would have to get up to get the camera and I would have time to move or change poses before she got off a shot. Now there is no warning just click and the picture is taken!
Guess who turns 6 months next week? Hint: It's not Andrew, George or Gretel. I have taken the liberty of registering myself at Petsmart & Petco. Only CATNIP toys please!!!
There are rumors floating around that she is going back to work, as in not working from home anymore but actually leaving the house for 8 or 9 or 10 or FOREVER hours a day. This cannot be happening. We have gotten very accustomed to her here at our beck and call 24/7. George is so traumatized he is circling the food bowl saying "Oh god, oh god, oh god" over and over again. Who's going to feed us?
Sssssh, no one tell Dudley yet. He'll die - ok, so maybe someone should tell Dudley. He is so attached to her, he follows her around like some kind of d-o-g, all day, it's down right embarassing. And when she does leave the house he sits on the hall table by the door the entire time she is gone. He doesn't know what it used to be like when they both went to work all day. He has only known her to be here all the time and the adjustment will be very hard on him. Actually, things are looking up! I hope he doesn't think that this means I will be nice to him!
They went to the beach for the weekend and since Dudley the Baby can't be left alone overnight, they had to bring him with them. And since Dudley the Baby can't go by himself, guess who had to go with him??????? You got it! Me, Andrew, because Dudley needs company. I knew being nice to him would eventually come back to bite me! Gretel and George got to stay home by themselves. Bleah! So I cried in the car the whole way down and again the whole way home. It didn't appear to effect them in the least. As a matter of fact towards the end of the ride home, I actually think they started to tone me out!
While we were down there, she took this picture with her new toy, the iphone.
You would think these iphones were the greatest thing since sliced bread. They never put them down and they are always trying to take pictures of us with them. We usually move too fast for them to get good pictures but sometimes they prevail.
She calls this picture her black and white bookends. What happened was, I was having a very nice nap on the table but then because he has to do EVERYTHING I do, Dudley jumped up on the table and lay down in the exact position I was in. Does he not have one individual thought of his own? Now that I look at the picture, I do have to agree that at least the cat in the back is one fine looking fellow!
We have spent the last three days arguing which of the four of us would pick the winner of the Bloggy Giveaway. So much so, she decided to take matters into her own hands and use random.com. The winner of the Elephant Catnip Toy is...
Congratulations, we hope Biscuit enjoys it as much as Dudley loves his!
After she hurt her back she then hurt her heel. As she does with everything, she stubbornly tried to fix the heel herself by ignoring it hoping it would go away. Obviously, this strategy did not work and she finally went to the ER on Friday. Turns out she hurt her Achilles Tendon. While we have no idea what this means, we do know that she needs to not move around and keep her foot elevated giving us a lap 24/7. So we decided we needed to sacrifice and take care of her over the weekend.
We all took turns over the weekend keeping her lap warm for us.