Froot Bat Friday Flashback

One Word Wednesday

BITEY! MOLMOLMOL

Mancat Monday

So The Mom was in the kitchen last night and there was a spider strolling around.  The thing about The Mom is that she doesn't like spiders at all.  So she kinda screamed and did a little dance and asked me to take care of it.  But with all of the screaming and dancing and pointing, I thought she was trying to play, so instead of getting the spider as a PBK* should, I started pawing at her and tried to play.  Because that sure seemed like what she was trying to do.  Except she wasn't.  So she freaked out some more and grabbed a magazine and took care of bizness.  Then she was all, "EG, what was up with that?"  And I was all, "Dood.  I thought you were playing." But then I made it up to her by laying in her lap and helping her watch a movie.  Which didn't have any cats in it.  What the paw is up with these people this weekend?  I'm so glad it's Monday and I can get back to my routine.


*Professional Bug Killer

Froot Bat Friday Flashback

Mancat Monday

The Mom was tired and cold this weekend, so we did a ton of snoozing in the big chair.  It was pretty awesome.  I even threw in some purrs to amp up the mancatliness.

Froot Bat Friday Flashback

Mancat Monday

These are my feetsprints.  OUTSIDE.  I'm not allowed outside.  But The Mom knows that I like snow and figured that we probably wouldn't be getting any more snows this year, so it would be my last time to check out the snow for the season.  So she letted me go outside.  Dad carried me out and put me on the patio.  I stood there for a little bit and then started watching some stuff in the yard and The Mom freaked out and asked Dad to bring me back in.  It was the best 37 seconds of freedom that I've ever had.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  If you have big, mancatly feets, it's very manly to make feetsprints in the snow whenever you get a chance.