Play string with me, please???
All right, that’s it!
Quit taking pictures and play with me…NOW!
Before Marmie goes for a run, I like to snoopervise as she gets her equipment together.
I sit with her while she puts on her running shoes.
I observe as she puts on her watch.
And most importantly, I do quality control checks on her iPod ear bud strings.
Yesterday, the strings were just not looking up to par.
What I noticed was quite subtle—only a cat trained in intense string analysis techniques could detect such a potential hazard.
When I stood on my hind legs to further scope out the situation, I accidentally lost my balance!
I had no choice but to dig my claws into Marmie’s skin for stability.
As you can imagine, this did not go over well. Marmie shrieked in pain, and she ran out the door in a huff.
I felt deep remorse…I would never want to hurt Marmie!
Because…I, um…you know…I just love her so much.
(Plus, any cat knows better than to perturb their number one food source.)
So ever since Marmie got back from her run, I’ve been snuggling in her lap and twying to wook extwa cutes in hopes that her forgiveness will be swift.
eed forgive me, please.
I am MAD right now.
(Actually, “mad” is not the word. The more appropriate adjective starts with ‘P’ and rhymes with hissed.)
Marmie left me this weekend.
She is out of town, visiting Aunt Beatrice and Uncle Irvin.
Honestly, I just don’t get it. Who would want to visit them?
They’re practically geriatric kitties…they don’t do anything!
Unless it pertains to lounging.
How could Marmie possible choose them over a youthful, fun cat like me?
Just now, I was snuggling in for my evening nap.
As my lids were getting heavy, I noticed out the corner of my eye…
And I groomed.
And I groomed.
Until Diddy’s fur met the Link Bartholomew standard of cleanliness.
Now, for that nap…
P.S. I’m on Facebook now!
Marmie says 1 1/2 years old is too young to be courting the lady cats. She says I must be at least 10 before I can date.
So—thanks to Marmie–it looks as if my February 14th will be romance-free.
But, I do know a cat who’s looking for that special someone.
my Aunt Beatrice.
Once you overlook her figure, she really does have a pretty face.
Beatrice’s hobbies include snuggling in her cat bed, soaking up rays on the screened-in porch, and watching tv with her peeps.
If you’re looking for a gal who’s sweet, sassy, and fiercely loyal, look no more.