You! Human!

Open the door already!

Finally Friday

So, the storm story. Since I am the awesome tabbycat, I've been demandig to be let out of the front door these days, instead of hanging in the back with the slobberhound. MomBean decided that it's fine, as the usual routine is she lets me out into the fenced in back yard, and then opens the front door an hour later to let me back in.

Neat trick, huh?

Anyway, one day while Grandbean was visiting I had sauntered out for a stroll of my turf. Apparently I was forgotten about until the sky OPENED UP AND DUMPED MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF WET ON ME. Then it started dropping rocks-icy rocks! on me to boot. MomBean finally let me inside after the flood ended so I could rest.

Ahem.

What?

Liar. You sauntered into the house like you didn't care and were bone dry. I called you 8534 times to get you to come in and you ignored me. Try again, Baconator.

...

I had a drop of moisture on my left 3rd whisker.

Frustrated Friday

FOR THE LOVE OF PETE IT'S A BUFFET OUT THERE. HAVE A HEART, WOMAN.

BONZAI!!!

Ok, I think I can take this guy at least...

I'll get my awards up this weekend, I've got a bunch to post. MomBean has pinkeye and looks kinda funny too. *snicker*

Too Much to Take Thursday

What in the...

OUT. WANT OUT. WANT OUT NOW.