Froot Bat Friday

Mom got me. She got me good. Ok, I admit that I made it easier on her than usual (only one gimme some frooooot baaaaaat). See, yesterday, I kinda freaked her out, so I didn't feel right making her work for the froot bats. Yesterday morning, while she was in the shower, I helped myself to some honey. About 8 oz or so. It was sooooo delicious. And so easy to get to. It was a plastic container, so after Hurl Grey whapped it off the counter, I chewed the top off and went to town. But I did learn something about my relationship with honey - it's temporary. See, I guess when you eat that much honey, it doesn't like to stay for long. While Mom was cleaning up what dripped on the carpet, she noticed that I was acting all nauseous and lip-licky. So she took me outside. And all that delicious honey came right back. It was kind of a drag. At least I got to hang onto that box of Lucky Charms for most of a day. So even though Mom was freaked out and all, she was a little bit happy that she didn't have to make another horribly embarrassing call to the v-e-t. She said she didn't feel like getting laughed at today. hehe

Happy Weekend everybuddy!

PS - Don't forget to scroll down and check out the twins' post for International Box Day.

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 66

Since my latest indiscriminant competitive eating incident last week (which appears as #13 on the list), Mom has been thinking of all the things that I've eaten since I was Gotcha'd 8 years ago. Takeru Kobayashi ain't got nothin' on me. (Please note: Mom doesn't think that this is a complete list - she's almost positive she's blocking out a few more of these horrible memories. hehe)

1. My very first shot at competitive eating (and this one holds a special place in my heart): 6 pounds of prescription dawg food (that didn't belong to our family), a dozen sugar cookies, and part of a wooden broom handle. Twice. In the same day. I won't go into details on how it was twice (for those with weak stomachs), but use your imagination. hehe Mom took me to the v-e-t because my tummy was all poochy and she was worried about bloat. They tried to make me puke, but I refused to give it up again. The v-e-t was amazed. hehe

2. Aluminum foil and corn cobs (2 whole corn cobs, if you're counting)

3. Various animals in the back yard. We won't go into detail. This one makes Mom real sad, but I keep reminding her that I haven't done this since Shadow (the Dawg Who Came Before) wented to the Bridge.

4. A box of chocolate pudding powder

5. All of the mulberries that fell off the tree in the backyard (or were on the branches that I could reach) - I ate as much as I could until I got caught

6. Multiple Clif bars

7. Two pounds of kitteh kibble

8. Kitty box crunchies (This is my go-to whenever I feel like I need a little variety in my diet. It has never failed me. hehe)

9. 20 oz box of raisin bran (In retrospect, this wasn't the greatest idea I've ever had, but it was delicious!)

10. 1/2 a bar of Ivory soap (Not that delicious, but my puke was very interesting - and bubbly)

11-12. 50 salmon oil pills and an entire box of Lucky Charms (on the same day - I even impressed myself with this one)

13. Two 90 count bottles of the supplement that I take every day. After a panicked call to the manufacturer and much freaking out on Mom's part, all I ended up with was some really stinky gas and a day's worth of 'tocks trouble. The lady at the manufacturer told Mom that someone had called in because their dawg had eaten most of a 1000 tablet bottle and was ok (though she said she didn't recommend doing that). Mom felt lots better that I wasn't the only one who does this sort of thing. Plus she was relieved that we didn't have to go to the v-e-t this time. She says she gets really embarrassed when she has to call them because I've eaten something and she's afraid they'll call the Furry Kid Protection Services on her. She's such a worry-wart. I've got it all under control. Sort of. I hope JH (my life coach) doesn't read this.

Froot Bat Friday

So yesterday, I was still hungry, even after the whole fish oil thing. So I ate a whole box of Lucky Charms. I don't know why Mom started crying when Dad told her he found the empty box. But they tasted so good! The good news is that my tummy and 'tocks were ok. The bad news is that I didn't get much for dinner. Only like 1/4 cup. That's like nothing. Mom thinks maybe I'm bored because we haven't been playing as much or even going outside lately since it's been crazy freezy cold here the last couple of weeks. I think it's just that I'm hungry.all.the.time. I have a feeling that there are some walks in my future. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Oh, and the stoopid, horrible evil twin name poll thingy ends February 1 at midnight EST. Please vote! Because I'm starting to think having an evil twin around here might not be a bad idea...

Thoughts on Thursday: A PSA

By Titus Theodore

I am thinking that it wasn't that great of an idea to eat like 50 of Dad's salmon oil pills yesterday morning. I just thought you all should know that in case anyone was thinking of chowing down on anything like that. Thank you.

Your pal,
Titus

PS - JH, I'm sorry. They just smelled so darn good. Please don't be disappointed in me.


The Mom's note: *Somekitty* (and I'm told it's the evil twin) knocked the bottle on the floor and Titus chewed it open and ingested some of the pills. I called the Dawg ER and was told to induce vomiting. I induced, he did his part, and neither of us will ever be the same. I won't go into details, but it was pretty gross (which probably says a lot since I'm (unfortunately) very used to having to make him vomit) and that smell seems to be stuck in my nose. Anyway, we accounted for 45-48 of the pills and all is well. The tech at the ER was very polite and tried really hard not to laugh when I called. When I called him back to let him know that our mission was successful, he didn't try that hard any more and was laughing right out loud. Count on the Furry Kids to make someone's day. I'm just glad that I didn't have to call our regular v-e-t. They've come to expect this kind of call from us and don't even try not to laugh any more.

Wordless Wednesday

White Dawg Wednesday: CONTEST!

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Because Casa de Furry Kids has been lacking in fun this summer, we're having a contest. We're going to give away a prize to the first dawg, kitteh, hammie, bun, rat, various assorted furry things that we haven't thought of, or bean to correctly guess what I'm snacking on in the pictures above. (And if you're getting that horrible red square thing instead of pictures, please refresh the page. We're not sure why we're still getting those darn squares. Grrrr.) Please leave your guess in the comments. And no, we don't know what the prize is yet because Mom just pulled this out of her butt made this up.

*Each aminal or person gets one guess.
*First correct guess wins the prize.
*Please leave your guess in the comments of this post.
*And we can change the rules if we see fit because it's our contest.

*So that our friends in other countries can have a chance, too, we're making the deadline to submit your guess at 8 am EST on Friday, August 29, 2008.

Good luck!