March 22, 2010
Lat/Lon 48 30.8 N, 122 36.8 W
January 15, 2010
From the Desk of Scamp:
It took a LONG time, but the people that lived here in OUR house have finally left. I was beginning to wonder if they’d EVER get a place of their own.
Sid, he was ok, I wouldn’t have minded too bad if he stuck around, he seemed to stay out of our way. But that woman, Linda, she was not a welcome guest. She was always spraying stuff that smelled terrible, running a loud machine that destroyed all the fur lined sun bathing places Sarge and I would spend DAYS to create, AND she’d try to rip our hair out with this hideous comb thing! Yea, she was a piece of work. She’s lucky we let her stay as long as we did. The only good thing about her living here is that she furnished a bird for my future hunting pleasure. Granted the bird was a little larger than I usually hunt, but hey, a bird's a bird. They’re all edible!
But even worse than that woman was that damn DOG! That’s the one thing Sid did that really pissed us off. What was he thinking to bring a brainless idiot like that home! We could never understand that. Good riddance!
The new staff member seems to be doing an adequate job of keeping the food and water dishes full for Sarge and I. I think her name is Gig, she’s owned by our buddy Grizzly up the alley. He’s a cool cat. I’ve had many a beer out in the alley with ol’ Griz.
The only problem with the new help is that sometimes when she comes in to serve us, she brings in what we believe is a large black horse. Who brings horses into a house??? They call the big horse Lobo, but he should be called Godzilla! He kind of seems like a canine, but he’s too big to be a dog. I’m sure he’s equine. The only thing that matters is that he is certainly NOT feline! The Sarge and I just retreat to our private quarters in the master suite when he comes in. (We’ve got a secret hiding place behind the TV up there.)
It took a while for the new staff member to realize that part of her job is to clean up the remains of my hunting trips. The first time she encountered a rat carcass, she let out a squeal of glee that I thought was going to shatter our huge picture window. She was clearly impressed with my hunting skills! She was SO impressed that she ran full speed from the house, and out to get her son to share the experience with him. Yep, I impressed them with my skills on multiple occasions. Birds, moles, rats. I am SUCH a stud! I think Gig really likes me.
March 21, 2010
From the Desk of Scamp:
Yes, things had been going well for a couple of months. Sarge and I were really enjoying having the digs to ourselves. But then, three days ago, it all went to hell.
The Sarge and I were snoozing away up in our master suite when we hear all this racket down stairs. People, dogs, birds, luggage. Crap everywhere in our house! We quickly retreated to our secret place behind the TV and watched the chaos ensue.
The next morning, someone came to our secret hiding place and pulled me out of it! Wait, there’s only one guy besides me an’ Sarge that knows this hiding place. And that’s Sid. I looked, and sure enough, it’s him! I was actually kinda glad to see him. He started petting me and being all nice, and damn if I didn’t start purring. I HATE when that happens! But I WAS glad to see him.
But WHY? Why, oh why, did he have to bring the rest of those creatures with him. The woman is back. (And I swear she wasn’t here 5 minutes before she sprayed something stinky in the air!) That bird is back, that sucker is soooo gonna be dinner! But worst of all!! What was Sid thinking??? He brought that bone-headed DOG back to OUR house!
Geez, just when ya think ya’ve got the world by the tail, some idiots come back into your house and act like they own the place. Shhheeesh! Well, there goes the neighborhood.
Lat/Lon 48 30.8 N, 122 36.8 W
January 15, 2010
From the Desk of Scamp:
It took a LONG time, but the people that lived here in OUR house have finally left. I was beginning to wonder if they’d EVER get a place of their own.
Sid, he was ok, I wouldn’t have minded too bad if he stuck around, he seemed to stay out of our way. But that woman, Linda, she was not a welcome guest. She was always spraying stuff that smelled terrible, running a loud machine that destroyed all the fur lined sun bathing places Sarge and I would spend DAYS to create, AND she’d try to rip our hair out with this hideous comb thing! Yea, she was a piece of work. She’s lucky we let her stay as long as we did. The only good thing about her living here is that she furnished a bird for my future hunting pleasure. Granted the bird was a little larger than I usually hunt, but hey, a bird's a bird. They’re all edible!
But even worse than that woman was that damn DOG! That’s the one thing Sid did that really pissed us off. What was he thinking to bring a brainless idiot like that home! We could never understand that. Good riddance!
The new staff member seems to be doing an adequate job of keeping the food and water dishes full for Sarge and I. I think her name is Gig, she’s owned by our buddy Grizzly up the alley. He’s a cool cat. I’ve had many a beer out in the alley with ol’ Griz.
The only problem with the new help is that sometimes when she comes in to serve us, she brings in what we believe is a large black horse. Who brings horses into a house??? They call the big horse Lobo, but he should be called Godzilla! He kind of seems like a canine, but he’s too big to be a dog. I’m sure he’s equine. The only thing that matters is that he is certainly NOT feline! The Sarge and I just retreat to our private quarters in the master suite when he comes in. (We’ve got a secret hiding place behind the TV up there.)
It took a while for the new staff member to realize that part of her job is to clean up the remains of my hunting trips. The first time she encountered a rat carcass, she let out a squeal of glee that I thought was going to shatter our huge picture window. She was clearly impressed with my hunting skills! She was SO impressed that she ran full speed from the house, and out to get her son to share the experience with him. Yep, I impressed them with my skills on multiple occasions. Birds, moles, rats. I am SUCH a stud! I think Gig really likes me.
March 21, 2010From the Desk of Scamp:
Yes, things had been going well for a couple of months. Sarge and I were really enjoying having the digs to ourselves. But then, three days ago, it all went to hell.
The Sarge and I were snoozing away up in our master suite when we hear all this racket down stairs. People, dogs, birds, luggage. Crap everywhere in our house! We quickly retreated to our secret place behind the TV and watched the chaos ensue.
The next morning, someone came to our secret hiding place and pulled me out of it! Wait, there’s only one guy besides me an’ Sarge that knows this hiding place. And that’s Sid. I looked, and sure enough, it’s him! I was actually kinda glad to see him. He started petting me and being all nice, and damn if I didn’t start purring. I HATE when that happens! But I WAS glad to see him.
But WHY? Why, oh why, did he have to bring the rest of those creatures with him. The woman is back. (And I swear she wasn’t here 5 minutes before she sprayed something stinky in the air!) That bird is back, that sucker is soooo gonna be dinner! But worst of all!! What was Sid thinking??? He brought that bone-headed DOG back to OUR house!
Geez, just when ya think ya’ve got the world by the tail, some idiots come back into your house and act like they own the place. Shhheeesh! Well, there goes the neighborhood.
2 comments:
Hahahaa!! Those cats are pretty good on the computer. I bet they surfed lots of mouse porn while you were gone.
Those cats sure have an attitude ! They act like they own the place !
( and isn't THAT the truth----cats tolerate people and let them pay the mortgage for their hangouts).
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