Gizmo’s trying to take over my dog jail.
Should I lock him in?
And in a tree were two birds.
I wonder what would happen if one of them decided to pull mischief on the other.
Which one would win?
Would it be the hawk?
Definitely the largest and most powerful of the two.
A tried and true hunter.
Would the hawk win?
Or would it be…
I’m going for the hummingbird.
That hummingbird already has it’s pointy beak aimed directly at the hawk.
One perfectly aimed dive bomb and that hawk will never know what hit him.
I’m voting for the little guy.
Unless the little guy turns out to be…
On the nice, cool tile.
While the cats sleep on the futon.
Plotting against me, I’m sure.
But something went wrong.
I’m not sure what happened.
Maybe there was a cat fight or something.
Gizmo, could you at least give me my mat back?
There seems to be a great jealousy of my dog jail kennel from the cats.
I guess they wish they had one as nice as mine.
But I’m guarding it and I might need to put a sign up that says “No Cats Allowed!”
So the cats have had to settle for second best.
Scratchy had to go to the vet the other day so his cat jail was sitting out.
And he’s claiming it – or guarding it – or something.
Who would want your silly old cat cage anyway Scratchy?
It’s too little to be any good.
Now Gizmo, not to be left out, had to get creative.
He made his own little cubby.
Not as good as mine…
But I have to admit that Gizmo is innovative.
Or is that in na box?
I think my person was too scared of the thunder so I didn’t want to take a chance and take her.
I thought I would be nice to her and keep her safe at home.
So to pass the time I started looking at a magazine.
And I learned something I never knew before.
Gizmo is famous.
He not only has his picture on my blog, but he has a full page in National Geographic.
Don’t tell him that I’m a little bit jealous.
If he knew that I’d never hear the end of it.
And if you don’t believe me you can check out the online picture of Gizmo here: http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2014/08/gombe-chimpanzees/shah-rogers-photography#/10-gizmo-670.jpg
What? You don’t think this looks anything like Gizmo?
That’s gotta show what happens when a little fame goes to your head.
The cats I live with took over my blog.
Do you believe it?
Cats on my blog!
And they tried to keep it a secret.
But one of my blogging buddies spilled the beans.
So I had to do something.
And I did.
I sent Scratchy to the vet.
Scratchy hates the vet.
And they must not like him either.
When I go to the vet I get treats and loves.
Scratchy doesn’t get any treats or loves.
It was the perfect punishment for Scratchy.
But now I’ve got to figure out what to do about Gizmo.
He’s the chief instigator these days.
I’m open for ideas.
No Bongo around.
Peaceful, but kind of boring.
Hey Scratchy, check this out.
There aren’t any posts on it.
We can do whatever we want and he won’t notice.
I think I’d better hang out by the door now.
I need some advance notice when Bongo comes back.