This week I have a house guest. Someone Esme Kitty is not happy to have visiting.
Esme Kitty has been hissing a lot, and Ozzy Pups wanted to show her he’s all grown up now and won’t be intimidated.
Unfortunately, we’ve already had a casualty. I don’t know how many more there will be before Saturday when Ozzy goes home.
RIP Mr. Lion
Mr. Lion lasted approximately 4.71 minutes before his head and feet were torn from his tennis ball tummy. Abdominal wounds are fatal. There was nothing I could do.
Time of Death: Sunday, May 26th. 11:36 AM.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “My immediate thought was ‘a bathroom is too small to get down to the floor.’ My second thought was me passing out in the basket of a hot air balloon. So…totally do-able.”—Kitten Thunder’s Girl
Be wery quiet….
We’re hunting wabbit….
What’s up, Doc?
Heeeey…that’s not a wabbit!
Esme: Why are you always in my face?
Esme: Kiss it. Just kiss it!
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I’m not sure what the Sweet Potato Queens guidelines say on this, but I do notice that the apology was not accompanied by a cupcake.”—Hippie Cahier
Haaaaaave you met Peg? I blog crush on her and her Reese’s Cups. (No, that’s not an euphemism.)
Have you heard about Peg’s series Freshly Pegged? That’s where I am today. Because you know who deserves to be Freshly Pegged?
Someone who laughs in the face of danger.
Someone who walks straight into a wolf’s den and says, “I’m not afraid of you.”
Someone who loves all things furry.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I once went on a date with a guy that I’m sure had his mother in his freezer at home. He spoke to me with his head tilted to the left and didn’t move his lips when he spoke. During the date I texted my BFF, ‘I know that he wants to wear my boobs for a hat, I do not want to be material for nipple beanies!’ I toughed out the comedy show and made a quick getaway. Thankfully he didn’t know where I live. Dating sucks.”—TrippyBeth
Do do… (Think the Jaws theme.)
Do do do do do do!
Favorite Comments From Last Post:
- “‘You can’t kill it.’ Of course, you have to at that point. I blame him.”—Omawarisan
- “Are those Thoughtsy plant problems going to be on the test? Because I hate story problems.”—Pegoleg
Usually in human-pet relationships, the human is the “parent,” and the pet is the “child.”
Sometimes Esme gets confused, and she tries to be the parent. Usually she uses discipline: she scratches me.
Just when I start to wonder if Esme really loves me or if she just loves scratching me, she does something a loving parent would do.
She sleeps by my head to…
- Keep it warm.
- Keep it from hitting the wall.
- Act like a helmet in case psychokillers break-in in the middle of the night.
Or she sleeps by my head because she knows her loud purring will wake me up an hour before my alarm, annoying me so much that I may get up and feed her just to get her to stop.
That might be it.