Meet Austin.
He is the house cat. He looks so sweet and nice as he helps his mommy fold her close but he is the reason I have to live out in Bill's office. It is not that I am complaining about the office because it is actually pretty nice out here it is just that I would like to go into the house with Bill sometimes but Austin has such a fit that I am not allowed inside.
I am a cat. This blog was started by the late Sadie Cat who was murdered by two huskies when she went for a stroll one evening. Her reason for writing this blog was to give humans a cat's eye view of things. It was her hope that you would find it fun, interesting, humorous, and informative. I am now picking up where she left off and my goal is the same as hers
MY PHOTO
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
JOY OF BEING A CAT
It is fun being a cat. I don't think you humans really understand just how much fun it is just being a cat. When humans pester other humans usually the one being pestered will grow angry at the other but we cats can pester even torment humans all day long and they just love us just the same.
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
DOTTIE IS HOME
Dottie, Bill's wife, went to spend some time with their new granddaughter. This meant some quality time for me with Bill. But now she is back and he wants to spend time with her.
If I didn't know better I would think he loves more then he loves me.
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Sunday, May 6, 2012
HOME ALONE
Yesterday Bill used his ham radio skills to assist in shepherding a bicycle ride event. He left early in the morning without saying good bye. He did not arrive back home until late last night when he came in to see me.
I was so mad I knew I was going to do something mean to show him. He left the computer off so I was not able to do some of my little tricks to mess it up so he has to figure out how to get it working again. He left the ham radio off so I was not able to get on the air and tell him what I thought of the way he was treating me.
What could I do? When he came home he fed the rabbit before he came to see me. That was an insult. Boy was I going to give it to him when he came to see me.
Finally he came to see me and I was so excited to see him I forgot to be mean.
Oh well maybe next time.
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