Hola kitties! I can answer that for you. I am The Boss and everyone around these parts know it. Everyone
in our condo community call me The Boss. I'm not kidding. It all started when
the concierges started noticing that all the packages addressed to our unit
were for me. Our head concierge started it. Lemme tell you a bit about it.
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Showing posts with label condo humor. Show all posts
Hola kitties! What am I staring at? Nope, it's not Baldy's (TW's new nickname) shiny pate but that would be a good guess. It's not BBQ Bob grilling in the rain either. If you read the secret messages, I have a lot of questions that need answers. Truth to be told *I* don't even know what it is.
Hola kitties! 2021 treating you OK? You shoulda been in the condo last
Sunday! More appropriately it was more like FUNday. I've been waiting for
action like this for months. The peeps did two loads of laundry including TW's
sheets. She decided that Pop should help her turn over her queen-size mattress
something they've done many times before.
Hola kitties! Did you all get your fill of the evil turkey burd? I know I did. By the time the peeps brought out the last bag to make turkey sammiches Monday, I had no innerest at all. That said, I'll move on to my topic for today. I've gotten several requests to tell the story of the peeps getting their refrigerator down the wind-y stairs; so since I do it all for my readers and fans, I'll share the story. Pop remembers most of it. As usual, TW is a bit hazy.
Hola kitties! How was your turkey day? Did you score any of the tender, juicy meat? I hope those veggie humans at least bought some turkey breast slices for their carnivore cats except if they're from Trout Towne. My peeps don't eat cow but for my Gotcha Day every year they buy me one slice of roast of beef. Oops, I got off topic. I'll bet you'd like to read about TW's, er, new hobby …
Hola kitties! Cats are very curious creatures. We spend copious time patrolling the 'hood by looking out the window. As some of you know, my peeps entertain themselves during these quarantine times by neighbor watching at the window also. There's been some changes around the 'hood and the peeps aren't happy. First, Bunhead doesn't live here anymore.

Hola kitties! The other day when I was enjoying my window whiffies, some old humans were on Bun Head's patio. Y'all know Bun Head; the guy with the golden bun? When I saw where they were pointing, I realized they were the Burd-tv people who were looking to cancel my Burd-tv a few years ago. I hope they're not getting serious about it again. I pay for it monthly and I want my money's worth!


Hola kitties! I'll bet you're wondering how my peeps are dealing with the quarantine. I'm gonna describe to you a day in the life of the peeps now that Pop is retired. This is what I have to put up with. With no baseball being played, the peeps call the play-by-play from the view out our window. If you read my Facebook page, you already know about the bikini-clad bathing beauties on the balcony next door in 50ºF temperatures. But there's more!

Hola kitties! I went on a mini vacation last week. TW dosed me with Gaba-Gaba-Hey-Pentin in my breakfast. When I saw the evil PTU get moved from it's usual spot in the living room, I struggled in Pop's arms. He got me in there with the promise I wasn't going to see Dr. D. "No vet, CK." I didn't believe him. Why should I as we got into the car that goes up and down only this time we went down but not out.

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