Since Bongo hasn’t been on his blog for a few days I might as well take advantage of it.
This is a perfect day to post my colors.
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?
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.
Today is Eat Beans Day.
I was so excited when I heard that.
I mean, any holiday that has to do with food is okay by me.
I got out my can of beans and was ready to go when my person had to spoil the fun.
She reminded me of the last time I celebrated Eat Beans Day.
It wasn’t even on the right day so it shouldn’t count.
But I suddenly didn’t have an appetite for beans anymore.
And I’d better warn you about what can happen on Eat Beans Day.
Here’s what happened to me.
What? I’m in trouble for that? No way!
I didn’t do it person. Honest, I swear. Scratchy did it. Look, he’s standing right over there. I just saw it and thought it was pretty. You know how much he likes to go counter surfing.
What do you mean, most of the beans are missing? I don’t know what happened to them. Did you check under the furniture? Maybe Scratchy ate them.
I bet he could. I bet Scratchy could eat that many beans if he really put his mind to it. Can we go for a walk now? I really feel like I need to go for a walk.
Aaaahhhhh! That feels much better. Relief!
What!? You found the missing beans? Oh no!
Where are they?
I know they’re around here somewhere.
Maybe under here.
They must be somewhere else.
I’ll find those cats.
You know what those cats did to me?
They tied me up in dog jail.
And I was stuck there all day.
I’ll get those cats if it’s the last thing I do.
And when I find them I’m giving them what for.
They deserve every bit of it.
Those cats are nowhere to be found.
Guess I’ll take a break.
I don’t believe it.
Normally I can’t get rid of those cats.
But now that I want to find them they don’t seem to be anywhere.
I’d better get some help.
Hey person, I’m worried about those cats.
We’d better track them down.