Sunday, January 22, 2006
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
Survival of the Fittest
In an effort to make their otherwise uneventful lives more exciting, the domestic felines often shake their world up by sleeping in odd places....
......and even potentially dangerous spots. American Shorthair Chewbacca Cat demonstrates this practice by placing himself beneath the hulking mass of a Pottery Barn box (catalog not included).
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Monday, October 03, 2005
Letter from Camp: Lola F. Blumayan
Dear Mom and Dad,
It has been 5 long days since you dropped me off at Cousin Lucy's house for my "spa" trip. I though spas were supposed to be relaxing, with people waiting on you hand and foot. This place sucks. No one pays attention to me when I grumble and complain, and they don't find my farting nearly as entertaining as you do. And why is it that when I start barking at them at 4:45, they don't know to get off their fat asses and feed me?
They seem to think I am BFF's with Lucy, but she actually drives me up the wall. When she isn't sticking her nose up someone's ass, she's trying to bite my legs off. I would slap her if I could just get my balance.
But, the weekend wasn't a total loss. On Sunday morning we went to the Rose Bowl for the Wiggle Waggle Walk, sponsored by the Pasadena Humane Society. There were tons of dogs and people there, walking running and biking for a good cause. Apparently, dogs weren't allowed to run the 3.1 miles (and seriously, who would want to do that? it sounds exhausting...), so we all walked. We got lots of free snacks afterwards (oops, I wasn't supposed to tell you about that) and free bandanas. The walking was super, super hard but I did my best, you know, for the kids.
Hope you're having fun in Mexico. Oh, I hear its been raining a lot down there? Yeah, serves you right, assholes.
Love and Kisses,
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
From the Super Secret Diaries of Lucy Deboerayan.....
This weekend was a pretty good one by my standards. On Saturday, I went out to RIverside to visit Aunt Wendy, Uncle Ted, and Cousin Stinky. I also met Cousin Boogscott for the first time (see picture, left). Even though I know its wrong for me to say this, he's pretty cute and he pays a lot more attention to me than that Bernard. Always giving me kisses, and trying to run off into dark corners with me. But I guess you're not supposed to love your cousin in THAT way, our kids could come out with three heads. When I told the Lady that, she just laughed and said something about "non-existent uterus" and "in your dreams." She's such a bitch sometimes.
The next morning, we went out to the West Side (represent) to watch the Lady run around. I don't really see what the big deal is, I run around all day along and nobody applauds or gives out prizes.
The Man must have been bored too because he spent most of the morning taking "artsy" pictures of me. At least I got to keep my clothes on.
The Lady leaves for Italy tomorrow, which means it will be just me, the Man and the cats for a few days. The Man always remarks about how quiet it is when the Lady leaves town. Sometimes, he's sharper than I give him credit for. Hopefully, he will do some blogging so our fan base doesn't dwindle more than it already has. I swear, if I lose my Chicken Stripz endorsement they're going to hear about it.