Whistle here.
Before I report on Awards Day, I need to tell you that our dog, Sister, got really sick and went away. We won't get her sickness and she loves us very much but she is not here anymore. We are supposed to think about her and remember her but she isn't here which is the point I'm trying to make and we can't do anything about it. She is the best dog Nanny, ever. My cat kibbles taste all wrong and so do my brother, Fish's cat kibbles. Dubby walks around meowing. At all the wrong times. We are doing the best we can and are putting one paw in front of the other.
About Awards Day:
Awards Won by Fish
Mr. Class President
Best Reader of Books on Camping
Most Likely to Go on Great Adventures
Awards Won by Me, Whistle (this is MY blog)
Class Favorite
Best at Being Fed Cat Cookies by Hand
Top Blogger for Class
The Happy Cat Award, 2010
Awards Won by Dubby
Most Improved at Being Fed Cat Cookies by Hand
Most Eager to Practice Being Fed Cat Cookies
Mr. Snuggle Bunny, 2010
The Singletary Buzzard Award for Original Thought in Philosophy
This Fall, Fish and I will be in the Upper School at Cat School.
Love from Whistle
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
From Dubby
If you see my dog, Sister, tell her to come home.
She left on Saturday and I can't find her.
I need to tell her something and give her a head bunt.
Love from your Dubby
She left on Saturday and I can't find her.
I need to tell her something and give her a head bunt.
Love from your Dubby
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Dear Sperry Topsiders
Dear Mr. Sperry Topsider,
Please send me shoes. I think Sperry shoes' leather shoe laces are the best. I give the leather stings the WHISTLE PAW of APPROVAL. Really, I mean it. I've chewed plenty of shoe laces but your shoe laces are the best. Just send shoes to chew on. The type I like are the ones marked womens and mens. Either type is great with me.
(I am a bit miffed with my people. They began wearing the Bluefish style. Those laces are cord, not leather! Yuk!)
Love forever,
Whistle
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Lent for Cats
Management gave us a surprise this morning. We will be celebrating Lent. "It's Ash Wednesday", she said, "you will observe Lenten practice until Easter Sunday."
We were napping on her bed when she called the meeting to order. Fish and I woke up to pay attention while Dubby snuffled out lil snores. He's out like a light due to inappropriate Mardi Gras behavior yesterday. I won't give details, let him tell you, but he overdid everything and went to bed late, after Letterman Fish says.
Lent for Cats? We will stop trying to run out the kitchen door. We will stop clawing furniture. We will not wail meows after Lights Out.
I'm not sure I can do this. Fish says running out the door is his privilege as "Adventure Cat". Clawing furniture is cat manicures. I wail at night to relieve the Universe of excess grief/sadness/angst. It's my calling.
Does SHE realize we don't do self-reflection, sacrifice or repentance? We are cats and part of God's created order. We never bit that Apple, don't even like apples. We aren't heirs of original sin nor do we need to reflect on our deaths or grieve our sins.
Fish says if She says we are doing the Lent thing, then we are doing it. Rats! She waved a spray water bottle at us saying, "if you try to run out the door, claw furniture or wail, you will get a blast of water mist."
Someone report her. Now.
Here is what I'm willing to do for Lent: wear a purple collar; eat more fresh fish; give up chocolates and sweets (yuk!!!!); stop smoking; stop drinking; and refrain from cat cursing.
She says Lent means taking on correctives to one's souls behavior, too. My soul is a cat soul which no human understands. I'm on good ground with God who made me and loves me. I don't need correctives. I believe most cats would say they are perfect just as they are.
But, to show that I love her, I will: be a sweet companion when I can work it in my schedule, purr when she holds me, eat as many cat cookies as I can and keep Sister's ears clean.
Living in a religious household really chaps my tail at times.
Yours,
Fish, this is my Blog and I approve this message
We were napping on her bed when she called the meeting to order. Fish and I woke up to pay attention while Dubby snuffled out lil snores. He's out like a light due to inappropriate Mardi Gras behavior yesterday. I won't give details, let him tell you, but he overdid everything and went to bed late, after Letterman Fish says.
Lent for Cats? We will stop trying to run out the kitchen door. We will stop clawing furniture. We will not wail meows after Lights Out.
I'm not sure I can do this. Fish says running out the door is his privilege as "Adventure Cat". Clawing furniture is cat manicures. I wail at night to relieve the Universe of excess grief/sadness/angst. It's my calling.
Does SHE realize we don't do self-reflection, sacrifice or repentance? We are cats and part of God's created order. We never bit that Apple, don't even like apples. We aren't heirs of original sin nor do we need to reflect on our deaths or grieve our sins.
Fish says if She says we are doing the Lent thing, then we are doing it. Rats! She waved a spray water bottle at us saying, "if you try to run out the door, claw furniture or wail, you will get a blast of water mist."
Someone report her. Now.
Here is what I'm willing to do for Lent: wear a purple collar; eat more fresh fish; give up chocolates and sweets (yuk!!!!); stop smoking; stop drinking; and refrain from cat cursing.
She says Lent means taking on correctives to one's souls behavior, too. My soul is a cat soul which no human understands. I'm on good ground with God who made me and loves me. I don't need correctives. I believe most cats would say they are perfect just as they are.
But, to show that I love her, I will: be a sweet companion when I can work it in my schedule, purr when she holds me, eat as many cat cookies as I can and keep Sister's ears clean.
Living in a religious household really chaps my tail at times.
Yours,
Fish, this is my Blog and I approve this message
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Cat News This Week by Dubby
*We heard about Ouzo and we feel sad.
*Whistle's right eye was inflamed. He looked like a pirate. His vet prescribed eyed drops. His eye is well now.
*Andy walked over to the Methodist Church for a funeral to pay his respects. The funeral director likes cats and tried to pat Andy. Mom asked Andy to stop pandering after the Methodists. Again.
*Whistle weighs 16lbs. His vet says he handles his weight well and isn't fat. As. If.
*I had cat cookies all to myself twice this week for Cat Cookie Hand Feeding Practice.
I made an "A".
*Fish called me a name.
*Sister is the best dog Nanny ever.
Love,
Dubby
*Whistle's right eye was inflamed. He looked like a pirate. His vet prescribed eyed drops. His eye is well now.
*Andy walked over to the Methodist Church for a funeral to pay his respects. The funeral director likes cats and tried to pat Andy. Mom asked Andy to stop pandering after the Methodists. Again.
*Whistle weighs 16lbs. His vet says he handles his weight well and isn't fat. As. If.
*I had cat cookies all to myself twice this week for Cat Cookie Hand Feeding Practice.
I made an "A".
*Fish called me a name.
*Sister is the best dog Nanny ever.
Love,
Dubby
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Goodbye, Ouzo
Dear My Sue,
I am sorry about Ouzo. Ouzo was a great cat. Living in a place with ice and snow, Ouzo remembered the pals of the Deep South.
Ouzo was a good friend. When I had cat cookies, Ouzo was glad. If Whistle acted like a cookie pig, Ouzo didn't like it.
Ouzo had friends all over the world. Ouzo never hissed at me or any other online cat pal. Ever.
My Sue, if you need to hug my turtle blanket, you can. I spend hours under it thinking deep cat thoughts. Today I am thinking about Ouzo and you.
Love from your,
Fish
I am sorry about Ouzo. Ouzo was a great cat. Living in a place with ice and snow, Ouzo remembered the pals of the Deep South.
Ouzo was a good friend. When I had cat cookies, Ouzo was glad. If Whistle acted like a cookie pig, Ouzo didn't like it.
Ouzo had friends all over the world. Ouzo never hissed at me or any other online cat pal. Ever.
My Sue, if you need to hug my turtle blanket, you can. I spend hours under it thinking deep cat thoughts. Today I am thinking about Ouzo and you.
Love from your,
Fish
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Looks Like Dubby
This cat in I Can Haz Cheezeburger picture:
looks like Dubby
thinks like Dubby
is too thin to be Dubby.
Love from,
Whistle
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