The cat with no name likes his food, I'll tell you that. We've never owned a "fat" cat before. The vet told us we need to put him on a kitty diet. He weighs 15 pounds and he's supposed to be around 12. (I haven't told the cat yet.) When I get up at 3 am to pee because my beloved daughter broke my bladder when I was pregnant, the cat with no name assumes I'm getting up to feed him, because what else would humans be doing at 3 am?
|It's a Westside Story thing.|
|I figure this is what is happening when I can't see. I can hear it, though|
even with ear plugs.
|I know it doesn't really fit with hot and humid, but I liked how the cat|
was ninjaing the dog.
I read a recent review of Bubba and the Zigzaggery Zombies in which the reviewer complained that I had too much political commentary in it. I might have to go back and re-read it again because as I recall I pretty much dun both dems and repubs equally. I might have dinged the tea party, too.
Okay, I'm out of cute memes, so I'll leave you.