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St. Catrick’s Day and the Licking of the Icing

For St. Catrick’s Day, we always participate in the traditional licking of the icing.

What, you don’t have this tradition at your house? We’ll be happy to tell you about it. First, you get a cupcake.

Newton: It’s really St. Catrick’s Day again?

Newton: Yesss!

Pierre: I’m getting my share of St. Catrick’s Day icing, too.

Ashton: Do you MIND, Newton? It’s traditional to lick the icing without having a cat staring at you.

As you can see, the key to licking the icing is not to eat it all, but to just have a taste.

Newton: I want more!

Pierre: No, the rest is for the head peep. Let her have her licks, too.

Ashton: If the head peep wanted some icing, I’m pretty sure she would have gone first.

Are you going to lick the traditional icing at your house for St. Catrick’s Day, too?

The “I’d Rather Be With My Cat” t-shirt giveaway is still in progress. Don’t forget to enter for a chance to win!

I’d Rather Be With My Cat T-Shirt Giveaway

Newton: Hey, everybody!

I inspected the bags of swag from Global Pet Expo, like I said I would.

And guess what? The head peep took all of the treats and food samples and hid them from me. She must have heard about our plans to throw a big pawty and serve them as appetizers.

Pierre: Mouses! How did she find out? Ashton, did you tell her?

Ashton: I… umm… excuse me, I think I left the light on in the closet.

Pierre: Now what do we do?

Newton: I have an idea. Check this out! The head peep got it at Global Pet Expo from a musician named Doug Ratner who raises money for The Gray Muzzle Organization to benefit senior dogs. Except this shirt is about cats!

Pierre: That’s the artificial fur that the humans wear.

Newton: She called it a t-shirt. The tag has an L on it. What do you think that means?

Pierre: Loud?

Newton: Are you calling me loud?

Pierre: I’ve heard you when you’re waiting for Ashton to finish her dinner. But no, I think the L on the shirt means loud.

Newton: Oh, you’re probably right.

Pierre: So you’re going to wear the artificial fur — I mean shirt? Because I don’t think it’s going to fit you.

Newton: No! We are going to offer it to our friends in a giveaway, because we don’t have appetizers for a pawty. And since the shirt came from Global Pet Expo, anyone can enter from anywhere in the world. We just have one shirt, size Loud, so there aren’t any size choices. You can enter with the Rafflecopter widget below:

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If you have trouble with the Rafflecopter widget, let us know, and we’ll manually enter you. The giveaway ends Friday night, March 21st.

In Which Ashton Breaks New Ground

Ashton: The other day, the head peep got home and said hello to all of us the way she normally does. Hi to Newton at the door. Hi to Pierre in the living room wine crate cat tree. Hi to Ashton wherever you are.

She was crossing the living room when she nearly stepped in cat barf. You should have heard the HBO word! One glance told her that it was the cat food that Newton and Pierre eat, and she stood back up to look at Pierre. He huddled down into the cat tree, and she thought, “Oh, no, he’s really sick, and it’s time for the vet to close for the day.”

Then she looked more carefully and realized that the cat in the cat tree wasn’t Pierre at all. It was me. I have never gone in that cat tree in the whole time it has been there! She was so surprised she almost stepped in the barf trying to get a closer look, which of course made me run away.

These photos weren’t taken that day. I made her wait a few days, and she had to take them while she was sitting at her desk, on the other side of the room. But at least there’s photographic proof that I sometimes go up there.

Now that I have discovered getting on top of things, I’m going to test out getting on top of some other stuff. Is this what I’ve been missing out on all this time?

Sunday in the Garden

Newton: We know that the blogosphere likes Thursday in the Garden, but the head peep worked in the garden yesterday, and I helped. Well, I provided supervision from the safety of behind the screened door.

The garden needed it, too. Good help is so hard to find.

I settled in to my supervisory duties.

The head peep doesn’t like gardening, and some of the things I heard her say made my ears burn. I heard her say something about paving over the garden when she was digging up the big mess of weed-infested shrubs.

And look what she found when she pulled the shrubs out!

Are you going to bring that over here to me? It looks like fun!

She didn’t. Good help really is hard to find.

She kept on working on the garden. After a while, she started talking about filling it up with rocks and artificial plants instead of dirt.

Then she found another snake.

Ashton: That looks like a string!

Pierre: You’re going to bring that to us, right?

Newton: Hey, whose story is this?

Pierre: Newton doesn’t know how to share toys, either.

Newton: *sighs* Finally, after two snakes that never came inside to play and several HBO words, the garden was done.

Newton: I’m going to have to use my lazy Sunday to catch up on my sleep after staying awake to supervise so much. But first I need to check to be sure she didn’t bring in a snake after all.

St. Catrick’s Day and the Licking of the Icing

I’d Rather Be With My Cat T-Shirt Giveaway

In Which Ashton Breaks New Ground

Sunday in the Garden

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