Day One

Whose blog is this, you may ask? We are the residents of a lovely Los Angeles area home for animals and the morons who love them. On the left is Chewie, age 4, a handsome and frisky grey and white tabby with a lovely singing voice. Opposite him, is the lovely Miss Cleo, also age 4 and a true tabby as she will be quick to point out. Any resemblance to the TV psychic Miss Cleo is purely coincidental, don't get any ideas. And if this is the feds reading this, you will NEVER find me! Moving on, relaxing on the floor where she is most often found when not shoving her bottle nose up someone's crotch is Lucy, a one year old dingo/kangaroo/deer mutt that dropped from some alien dog planet.

We will attempt to entertain with tales of our antics (thus the name) because we have discovered that the Lady and the Man (our "owners", ha!) seem to spend countless hours regaling their friends and family with stories of our behavior. And if there is ever any cash to be made off of this, we got here first. They may think we don't know how to handle money, but they don't know about Miss Cleo's account in the Caymans. Who's a dumb animal now, suckers?