Weaznugget
Happy Caturday to all and to all a good morning. I started my day bright dark and early at 3 freaking AM. I was awakened by the sound of one cat (who shall not remain nameless WEAZ) yacking up a hairball next to my bed. Thank you for that, Weaz. My sleep pattern tends to be: once I’m up, I’m up. So… I was up.
I busied myself with Internet things and before I knew it it was time for superflow. How very convenient. Since Ralph and Weaz like to be alllll up in my shit every second, they supervised my teeth brushing.
Very good. Small circular motions.
Molars. Brush the molars.
The cats have been going about their normal cat lives while poor Waldo is jumping through hoops to impress them:
I can do this?
So can a bookshelf.
Keep your distance, dragon beast!
Don’t worry about Waldo, though. He gets puh-lenty of attention from Stew.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Ridiculous.
ALSO ridiculous… Weasel. Just in general. Behold:
Why?
Why??
WHYYY
I’m off to go see what crevices Weaz is stuck in today. And then, God willing, I will take a nap.
Bahahahaha! Best Caturday pictures yet!
I had a cat that roamed the house like a king…one day, on my way out of the door, I heard him meowing in an unusual manner, howling almost. I searched the room for him trying to follow his sound, perplexed as to where he could be. I looked in the cabinets, under boxes, inside the trash can in the area that I had narrowed it down playing this humorous game of marco-polo. Just on a whim, I opened a junk drawer under the kitchen counter and there was my cat folded up like gumby…somehow, he crawled into this CLOSED drawer and got stuck LMFAO!!!
I am cracking up. This looks like my household.
Stew and Waldo awesome. This is exactly how old dogs should live out their days. I hope it makes up for the mistreatment he endured earlier in his life.
SO so true TA MO!
Also, every time I see Weasel, in my head I say “Weeeeeaz.” And then I think of Weazita y Los Banditos <–best band ever
I love Caturdays.