CPotD #294: Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop
The Cat spent yesterday doing chores, cleaning up the filthy house, which had devolved into a place Shrek would have been happy to call home while she was away.
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The Cat spent yesterday doing chores, cleaning up the filthy house, which had devolved into a place Shrek would have been happy to call home while she was away.
CPotD #294: Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop Read More »
I was tooling around this morning and I heard H squeak from the bathroom: “he biggest goddamn spider in the world just came to say hi!”
CPotD #293: One More Time! Read More »
There are birds back in the tree probably, so there’s your critter. I don’t freaking care. MY GIRL IS HOME AGAIN.
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What happens when you don’t wear headphones and the menagerie can hear Mom’s voice over the speakers? I learned my lesson.
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Oscar loves to chew on his tail. It’s one of his coping mechanisms. After Mom’s been gone for nearly two weeks, he just couldn’t take it any more:
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Stanley is like all cats: he likes routine. His routine has been disrupted by Mom’s Adventure. When I come home from work, I often find him “seasoning” the cutting board to express his distaste.
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Imagine a world where a man is watching Twitch. Imagine the man has snackies. Imagine a world where that man doesn’t share quick enough with the dog. This is Udo’s World.
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One of a Cat’s most sacred duties is being radioactive and god-like. Kewpie takes his duties very seriously, so we often find him absorbing radiation, like this:
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I sat down on the foot of the bed to get my shoes and socks on. Suddenly, I heard a very Bruce-Lee sounding squeal, followed by the unmistakable sound of a big paw forcefully thumping into something.
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The Dog has been in mourning ever since Mom left, but he has finally begun to realize that living with Dad isn’t all that bad. I came home yesterday and fed the cats, only to be greeted by this thing with his rawhide bone in his mouth.
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