The past couple of days everywhere I go around here, anipals are asking me why I haven’t written a proper blog since my
Gluttony Sermon on October 26th. Just yesterday, Chopper axed me in the courtyard and Tuna axed on the elevator. Yesterday turned out to be a very bad day for me. I spent all afternoon dictating a new blog to the woman and she lost it. More accurately Blogger lost it. When it was finally done, we pressed publish and all that appeared was the title. The rest of the post vanished. We tried to retrieve it through our computer’s history and through the cache but nothing worked. A pox on Blogger. My aim is to make this blog ever better and funnier. So take that, Blogger. Pfffft!
The evil ducks have invaded our house again. You might remember the
air ducks that needed vacuuming in May, but this time they’ve lodged themselves in TW's eyes. You read that right. She has something called tear ducks in her eyes and they’re blocked and infected. Staring at the computer makes this condition worse, which is why I haven’t been online nearly as much as I’d like. Did you know the last time I dj’ed Nip Club, TW had her eyes diluted? Let me apologize for not commenting on my furrend’s blogs. We read as many as we can until TW’s eyes start bothering her. We haven’t spent the time commenting so we can visit more of your blogs. I know the drill, if I comment on your blog, you’ll comment on mine. I don’t work that way but if you do, I’m not going to fret about it. This little ghetto cat has more important things on her mind.
I won another prize at the Anipal Times office pawty this past weekend. I won a $20 gift certificate to
Nip and Bones. Half that prize will be donated to kick off the Santa Paws Drive.This is my favorite holiday charity. Imagine the faces on all those jailed little shelter cats’ faces when they get new nip toys for Christmas! Pop perfers
Toys For Tots and TW donates coats to
NY Cares but they don’t have anything to do with anipals.
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I didn't catch a mouse but I caught this neat shoelace. Only let your cat play with
shoelaces if you're supervising them! |
At the AT Pawty, I did a DJ shift. In case you missed it, through the magic of Blogger, I can recreate it. I was a bit hyper mostly because of those 12 cups of coffee I drank before my shift!
#ATPAWTY! LET’S PAWTY! CATHY KEISHA IS ME AND HERE WE GO!
Work by Bow Wow Wow
Let’s see u shake it @SidTheCathoula #ATPAWTY WORK IT!
Dance This Mess Around by The B 52s
Spin Your Partner @CokieTheCAT by Love Tractor #atpawty *dance spin dance spin
WE ARE Wild Cat of Kilkenny by The Pogues AT THIS #ATPAWTY! GET WIIIIIIILLLLLDDDDDD! @katieboocat @chloe_t_cat
WE’RE GONNA ROCK THIS HOUSE! TURN IT INSIDE OWT! Rock House by Flat Duo Jets #ATPAWTY
WHO’S GOT THE BEAT AT #ATPAWTY! We Got the Beat by Go Gos WHEEEE!!!! @BuzzLucas!
TW’S FAVE REM SONG! IS @CRAZYFUSA HERE? THIS IS 4 HIM. Ages of You by R.E.M. #ATPAWTY
NO ROCKNROLL NO! Stop It by Pylon ROCKIN’ THE #ATPAWTY
I DON’T WANNA DANCE BY MYSELF! ANY VOLUNTEERS! Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol @ATPAWTY
2MORROW’S THE NYC MARATHON SO LET’S DANCE TIL THEN! Dance by ESG #ATPAWTY CHARITY RAWKS!
CAN U BE FUNKY @BUZZLUCAS? Can’t Be Funky by Bush Tetras #ATPAWTY @teaganTheDog can be funky.
#atpawty ANIPALS ARE Funky But Chic by David Johansen U CAN’T BE FUNKY IF U HAVEN’T GOT A SOUL!
HERE’S ONE 4 ONE FUNKY BUNNEH! @BUNNYJEANCOOK Voodoo Bunnies by Phantom Cowboys #ATPAWTY
BACON BONES! EFFIN BACON BONES ROCK! Rockin Bones by Flat Duo Jets #ATPAWTY
Rock Bottom by The Morells from Springfield, MO #ATPAWTY
THAT’S IS 4 ME! THANX 4 LISTENING & DANCING! Do Anything You Wanna Do by Eddie and the Hot Rod #ATPAWTY KEEP ROCKIN
Pop’s birthday was last week. It’s amazing to me that he’s made it this far. He seems to get a concussion a day. Yes, he’s that clumsy. If he’s giving me food in the kitchen, he hits his head on the bottom of the cabinets. Any time Pop bends down, his head finds a ledge to bang on. When TW had the broken ankle and Pop had to move the wash from the washer to the dryer, he hit his head on the dryer door which he left open.
Last weekend, he surprised us all. He cracked his noggin in the bathroom. The bathroom has nothing that juts out: no ledges, no cabinets, nothing. TW and I looked at each other when we heard the crash. It was loud and dramatic. We didn’t know what to do. Pop gets testy when we ask if everything is OK. Maybe he’s sensitive after all the concussions. Anyway, somehow Pop hit his skull on the bathroom door. You read that right. The. Door. [Dramatic pause for effect] He demonstrated to me how he did it, but I still don’t believe it.
I’ve saved the best for last. Wednesday night, I thought I heard some vermin behind our tv! Can you believe a mouse had the nerve to enter under MY watch?!? I was going to teach it a lesson it wouldn’t forget. Alas, I couldn’t get behind the tv, so I was forced to wait it out. There’s never been vermin of any kind in this apartment as long as we’ve been living here and I intend to keep it that way. Turns out, it was a false alarm. A kitteh can dream of fresh Mice Cream, can’t she?
