Caturday espionage salutations from drizzly, Happy Larryville, GN!
OrlandoK will be coming home tomorrow; teh yay!
Guess I’ll be spending some time today disposing of all the empty pizza boxes, beer cans, Chinese take-out cartons and bourbon bottles Jackson and I accumulated during our Holiday BachelorFest…sure hope they’ll all fit into teh trash bin.
Some Peachtree City residents told Channel 2’s Tyisha Fernandes that they don’t understand why the chief would have his department issued gun loaded in bed with him.
“I’m a little curious why he had his gun in his bed (at) four in the morning,” said resident Susan Anderson.
“One, I’m concerned that if he can’t handle a gun any better than that, we got a problem. Two, you’re sleeping with the gun in the bed, that really concerns me because are you even worried you got people in there? Three, it just sounds not quite totally right,” said resident Walt Harman.
Safe travels for Mrs. Arbuckle. Good news on your back, X. Congrats on the float award, Paddy.
Why is Mr. Spy being tormented with a red dot?
Cats. Our old troll cat has been real picky with his food the last couple of months. What he ate the day before with relish is what he ignores completely today. Can after can after can after can, like I’m made out of cat food. Then it’s on to the tuna, the canned salmon, shreds of beef, pieces of chicken. Sniff, no. Took him to the vet who prescribed some other food for him for a thyroid problem, but that stays on the plate too.
So I try stern and parental with him. If you are really hungry I tell him, then you’ll eat what is on your plate. Don’t be asking for more food while you haven’t touched what’s on your plate. That’s all there is; you best eat that so you don’t starve. Don’t ask for more until you finish what’s on your plate. Etc. Stares, pathetic whines, loud cries of hunger and disappointment, sullen looks.
Troll cat finally figured it out; can’t get different food until what’s on the plate is gone. Don’t like what’s on the plate…not going to eat it. Solution: scoop it off the plate and shove it behind the water bowl. Look! Nothing on the plate, still hungry, give me more and different!
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa and Sven!
Safe travels GrandmaK!
Troll cat ain’t so dumb, Sven -- good luck with finding something he’ll eat.
Perhaps you can get troll cat a gig as the next Morris teh Cat. (Except for the part where he needs to actually ingest the product on camera. But there’s always CGI.)
Caturday espionage salutations from drizzly, Happy Larryville, GN!
OrlandoK will be coming home tomorrow; teh yay!
Guess I’ll be spending some time today disposing of all the empty pizza boxes, beer cans, Chinese take-out cartons and bourbon bottles Jackson and I accumulated during our Holiday BachelorFest…sure hope they’ll all fit into teh trash bin.
Nothing hinky in the slightest re the Peachtree City, GA police chief shooting his wife about 4:00 a.m. New Year’s Day:
I blame the NRA…and racism.
Good morning,
Safe travels for Mrs. Arbuckle. Good news on your back, X. Congrats on the float award, Paddy.
Why is Mr. Spy being tormented with a red dot?
Cats. Our old troll cat has been real picky with his food the last couple of months. What he ate the day before with relish is what he ignores completely today. Can after can after can after can, like I’m made out of cat food. Then it’s on to the tuna, the canned salmon, shreds of beef, pieces of chicken. Sniff, no. Took him to the vet who prescribed some other food for him for a thyroid problem, but that stays on the plate too.
So I try stern and parental with him. If you are really hungry I tell him, then you’ll eat what is on your plate. Don’t be asking for more food while you haven’t touched what’s on your plate. That’s all there is; you best eat that so you don’t starve. Don’t ask for more until you finish what’s on your plate. Etc. Stares, pathetic whines, loud cries of hunger and disappointment, sullen looks.
Troll cat finally figured it out; can’t get different food until what’s on the plate is gone. Don’t like what’s on the plate…not going to eat it. Solution: scoop it off the plate and shove it behind the water bowl. Look! Nothing on the plate, still hungry, give me more and different!
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa and Sven!
Safe travels GrandmaK!
Troll cat ain’t so dumb, Sven -- good luck with finding something he’ll eat.
Drive-by:
Hai, Sven and Paddy!
Sven --
Perhaps you can get troll cat a gig as the next Morris teh Cat. (Except for the part where he needs to actually ingest the product on camera. But there’s always CGI.)
It’s hard work training owners properly but that’s just a cat’s job.
I’d love to get one of these for teh new granddaughter: