Mama, if you aren’t going to help me tonight, I’m out for the count!
Well, mama was supposed to help me piece together a blog tonight, but she has a deadline and has to meet it (whatever that means, I’ve never met Mr. Deadline, have you?) so I’m sort of curled up on the couch awaiting her services.
Ah, well, it’s a nice evening with a fire going and papa giving me rubs and I’ll just take a brief vacation until tomorrow.
All I know is, my lines went dead, that’s for sure…
That’s the cool thing about us cats, we never worry about deadlines.
Just the word is awful: DEAD lines! Argggggh. Sounds like dull writing, haha.
Hey, we all need a vacation. And you work very hard. hmmmm, I think I’ll go on strike – it’s such a French to do – for more and better kibbles!
Yes, strike while the kibble is hot!
is it warm? cold in here. these old houses are drafty. be warm, nap well till your mama can help you again.
It is beautiful and about 60 degrees F and no wind, which is good around here since there were winds of 120 mph last week!!!!
That fireplace looks so nice and warm.
Oh, it is my favourite place in the hose in winter. I mean, if there’s fire in it, haha.
Well, if you can’t do anything about it, go ahead and nap.