That Thing....!!!!

Here's a pictor of handsome me as a tweat for you all, and don't you dare waugh at me as you wead further on.

Wemember the wights, the camewa, and the no action?
So wast night, mine Mummy gave up and didn't put her camewa by her bed nor on any of the wights when she wented to bed.
So of course, That Thing was on mine Mummy's tummy suckwing away and I was next to him, with mine paw over him and mine handsome head next to his busy suckwing one.

You would have thought I winned won't you?
I thought I winned too.

But this morning when I woke up, guess what happened?
Mine Mummy sniffed and sniffed at That Thing and said, "I think you stepped into your own poop again Oven! No wonder you stinked so in bed wast night!"
No wonder I kept smewwing that howwific poopy smell!
Well, since he stepped in poop, of course he has to have a bath.
Which is fine since he enjoys it so.

And then mine Mummy turns and said to me, "You better come and have a bath together too.
You had your paws over that wittle guy the whole of wast night, and I think you smell of poop too."

GOSH!!!! The unfairness of it all!

I am so not going to touch That Thing ever again!!!!!

It's all That Thing's Fault!

We're having bath-times twice a week and it's all That Thing's fault!

Before That Thing came, mine Mummy bathed me once a week. The heat can be murdewous over here, so I do not mind bathing much; in fact I wook forward to it sometimes, because after a bath, I usuawwy feel so comfortable I can sweep for a squiwwion years after that.

But because That Thing stinks so, mine Mummy thought that a bath a week just isn't enough. So he's been having baths TWICE a week! And mine Mummy thought, since That Thing is having a bath, it wouldn't do any harm to bathe me as well.

Perhaps I've to expwain things a bit. You see, we bathe together (of course I wouldn't do that if I had a choice, but there's quite a wack of equawity for us without the opposable thumbs awound here), so when That Thing is going to have a bath, mine Mummy simply bundles me together with him into the bathwoom, shampoo us together, and then hose us down together. Sometimes for an extwa tweat, mine Mummy would fill an enormous pail with water and wet That Thing jump in and pway with the water. He weawwy ENJOYS that! Totawwy incompwehensible!

Mine Mummy says she's weawwy fortunate to have two kitties who have no pwobwems with bathing, but I'm beginning to think perhaps I should start giving her some pwobwems! Two baths a week! Twue, the weather's hot over here, but TWO baths a week!
Don't you think it's a bit too much?

I think That Thing is turning into a Woofie!

Help! I think That Thing is turning into a woofie! I woke up yesterday wondewing if a herd of woofies have invaded mine bed! Then I weawised, That Thing wying next to mine Mummy is exuding an extwemewy stwong doggy smell!

Mine Mummy thinks it's funny That Thing smells wike a woofie who's been out in the wain, but I do not think it funny at all! I do not want to share mine bed with a woofie! (pardon me all mine woofie fwiends out there; I wove you all, but if I were to have a woofie shawing mine bed, at weast it has to be a woofie I appwove of.)

So because I kept hissing at That Thing, mine Mummy has to give him a bath. And do you know what? He woves it!

But that is not all! After his bath, That Thing has to poop, and then step into his own poop! So what happens? Half an hour after his bath, he needed another bath!

And who enjoyed it the most? It was That Thing!
See mine pictor here, it's not vewy cwear, but you can see mine expwession. I just don't know what to say!

Happy Chinese New Year!

It is the Chinese New Year over here.
And it is not fun.
No.
When your mummy twies to tie wibbons on your woyal highness me.
And a bath before that to top it off!
Not fun at all!I'm not going to wook at you. Can't you see I'm sewiouswy pissed off?
Wooking evewywhere else but at you!
Dammit, I gotta get this off me!
Yikes!
Shheeessshhh.....
Ok! It's finawwy off!

And evewyone's home! How can I sweep with so much things happening?
Siwwy mummy keeps tewwing me to go to bed or I'd be zonked out tomowwow, but how can I go when there are so many intewesting smells and sounds?
And I'm hungwy, I want my fishy goodness now!
I don't bewieve mummy when she says fishy goodness time should be 2 hours water.
I think she fixed the cwock up to fool me.
Damn, I'm weawwy hungwy now.