Craigslist Says What????

I heard through the grapevine, (okay from Mom), that a friend of theirs had recently gotten fed up with animals under his care and supervision. His solution: put them up for sale on Craigslist. Oh horror of horrors! I went to this "Craigslist" and found that most anything can be bought and sold with the click of a mouse. There were lots of gentlemen looking for a "furry buddy" to stroke and curl up with. I can only imagine they are in need of a pet. I do not want to be that pet.

Now, I highly doubt Mom and Dad would ever do this to me, despite all the havoc I cause. I also learned the friend came to his senses and took the posts down. He even went so far as to obtain another animal to add to the menagerie! However, I also learned this friend has a wife who is pregnant. What have I been saying about babies pushing the animals out of the house!? It looks like it could be happening again. I will be keeping an eye on Mom. As long as she keeps popping open those beer bottles, I think I'm in the clear.

I Can Be Cuddly, Sort of

Oops, I did it again...

So dear readers, I'm sure you remember this little incident. Well, it seems it happened again. I was trying to be nonchalant about it. I went in the litter box to do my business and realized something was poking out. I could not relieve myself of the problem. So I exited said litter box and began to, umm, go to work with my teeth to get it out. Eyes Like A Hawk (aka Mom) noticed the ferocity with which I was working and proceeded to pick me up and ask Dad to inspect me. And there it was, hanging out an inch for all to see, the silent witness of my indiscretion, the Q-TIP.

Gasps sounded from both of them. Then Dad pulled it out and relieved me of my burden. They immediately began to argue about who had thrown the Q-Tip into the garbage that I like to rummage through. I know the truth, but I'll never tell...