Friday, November 09, 2007

 

Eh! Ehh! Something's up. Ehh!


Ehh! Strange doings going on this week! Ehh! My daddy had some women come over the other day, and they cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and scared me all the way up under the bed in my daddy's room!!

Then, last night, my daddy was all over the house, tidying it up. And he did all his laundry, and made sure all the dishes were caught up.

He's been pretty tolerable the last couple of days, too. Not as grumpy as usual.

Something's up. I don't like it. I don't like it ONE BIT.

-- Ice-T

Comments:
Yes, that's me, reading a Harlequin. I am a romantic cat at heart. Ehh!
 
I'm guessing either Dr. ER is coming down this weekend, or you're having an open house.
 
Open house? What do you mean? Ehh! My daddy and I are going to live here forever and ever! I mean, it's the only house I've ever known. I was a little bitty kitty a long, long time ago when my daddy rescued me from the streets. Whey would we live anywhere else?

Now that That Lady has gone away, especially. It's just me and him, and those DOGS that live outside.

Nope. Life is good, just me and Pop.

That's weird. Daddy just pulled up in his truck and parked real close to the edge of the driveway. I wonder why? He usually parks right in the middle of the driveway. I can tell because of the way the lights look coking in under the front door. See, I wait for him at the door about this time every day ... hmmm.
 
I hadn't even thought about an Open House. Poor little kitty. The whole world will become topsy-turvy, I do believe.
 
Just wondering: Why does your cat always say "Ehh"?

Hairball?
 
Mamma's coming home. Time to put the cat out!
 
By the way Ice-T, check out my blog and see what happens to careless cats!
 
OMG. THE LADY IS BACK! Eh! Ehhh!!!!

My daddy is happy, but ... Ehhh!

(GP, I never learned how to meow properly. But The Lady will soon be reminded that I know how to bite her calves as she walks down the hallway! Ehhh!)
 
Did Dad remember your litter box, Ice-T?

Twix says "Hi!"
 
Hey, Twix!

Daddy forgot about my poopy box -- again! I'll remind later. He's out in the garage making a lot of dust and noise and he's using words he doesn't use unless he's mad.

I think he's mad because his life has been so screwy the past few years, he let the house go.

I heard him mutter something about learning the hard way not to stack bags of compost against the wall. He said when he moved them awhile ago, after they had been there for, like, four years, that the moisture had seeped -- and damaged the drywall.

And then a bumped the garage door and a big bolt fell off the wall and almost hit him in the head. He got real mad then -- 'cause the bolt is one of the ones holding the garage door thing onto the wall. He said it was a wonder that the whole thing hasn't fallen down already!

I'm going back under the bed!
 
I like under the bed, too. My favorite is under the bed in the guest room because it's upstairs in the corner of the house.

I hope your dad remembers your litter box soon!
 
I know that hardly anybody visits my blog regularly so in reference to Ice-T and his condolences I thought I had better let you know this as soon as possible so I'm posting it here at you place as well as there at mine too. Please advise Ice-T soonest.

"Dear ER,
Veto says if Ice-T doesn't know about the 9 lives limit, then he (Veto) is going to petition the Goddess of all Cats, Bast (Blessing be upon her name) to grant him (Veto) some of his (Ice-t's) lives. It seems that this can be done. Veto is really into these things you know. How? I don't know, I'm a Bear.

You best warn Ice-T that this might happen! Veto is greedy and might just try to suck up all 9 of them (lives of Ice-t that is). Would be good if Ice-T got right with Bast as soon as possible. How? Dang it, I don't know I'm a bear.

-JTB
 
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