Newton wants to represent for the Tuesday Ts:
Toesies…
Tummy….
And tailio!
That was embarrassing.
Mancat Monday with Pierre and Friend
What do you have there, Pierre?
It’s your five-year-old Christmas mouse! That toy is older than Ashton is, but it looks like you are more fond of the toy than you are of Ashton.
Later, the Christmas mouse was discovered on the kitty scale that the cats are afraid to use. Is this a subtle message that the Christmas mouse needs a diet?
The head peep thinks she has all of the cards addressed and stamped for everybody on the Chrissymouse card list. If you aren’t on that list and want a card from us — either by snail mail or by post — please let us know by using the Contact link in the menu bar. We promise that we won’t enclose an old Christmas mouse in it. Pierre won’t let it out of his sight that long.
Easy like Sunday
Newton: Yesterday was an exhausting day of snoopervising the wrapping of holiday gifts and the packing of a Secret Paws box.
It’s important to inspect everything that is going to touch the gifts very carefully. If you can’t inspect it all visually, a sniff test will let you know if you need to explore further and possibly increase your diligence with a taste test.
Can you believe that I was finally asked to supervise from way over here? This is really an unacceptable distance for the sniff and taste testing.
Anyhow, after all of that hard work, I plan to take it easy today before the hard work of lounging around and waving my paw at the peeps while they go to the office begins again.
Hanging Out with Ashton
It’s Caturday, and we’re hanging out under the tree.
Ashton: I like it under here because it’s dark, and because the head peep can’t reach me.
Why don’t I want her to reach me? Well… earlier this week, there was an incident with my new collar. The head peep got home, and I was pretty freaked out. It was obvious I had part of my collar stuck in my mouth at some point, and it was soaked with kitty spit.
The peeps say there’s a design flaw, and that this collar is missing a loop that would keep it from getting like this.
I say that it was missing a key feature: Me not wearing it. It’s a much nicer collar now that I’m not in it. That’s right. I’m nude, I and I plan to stay that way. (Don’t worry, Mr. Jinx, I’m being modest about it.)
Peeps are stubborn, though. The head peep went out and bought me another collar. She says it’s made out of soy. Isn’t soy something you eat? I already tried eating my collar, and that didn’t turn out so well.
I told Newton that he could have the collar, but he said that he doesn’t wear girly colors. He’s no help at all! So I’m staying under the tree where the peeps can’t reach me. (Well, except for mealtimes.) They aren’t putting that collar on me!
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