My Pet Peeve

7 02 2012

 

This is Mitzki.  Supposedly, she is my “companion animal” but to me she is quite simply my “pet peeve.”  It’s not that I don’t like her, we just don’t have much in common.  She doesn’t know how to play the games I like to play and won’t let me teach her.  She always wants to eat my dinner, even though she has her own. And she’s always grabbing the best patches of sun for her naps.  How can someone so little be so bossy?

Anyway, ever since she found out that I let Mr. Pibb (the groundhog) write a guest post on my blog last week, she’s been whining that SHE wants to do a guest post, too.  But Mitzki, I tell her, you don’t know how to communicate in English, much less type.  But she has been relentless, and so I now hand over the keyboard to Mitzki, just to shut her up:

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Okay, that’s enough.  Gary here again.  See what I mean?  She has no clue!  Totally unintelligible!  Oh well, maybe now she’ll quit pestering me…

 

 

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Big Plans for the Big Game

3 02 2012

Mitzki and I have big plans for Super Bowl Sunday.  It will be exactly the same as EVERY Sunday and look approximately like this:

 

 

Just sign me….

Not into football





Priorities

29 01 2012

I had every intention of spending the afternoon writing a penetrating new blog post.  But then the sun came out.

One thing you can say about cats — we have our priorities in order.

(BTW, the diminutive tuxedo cat on the left is Mitzki.)