February 2008
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WatchVideo: I found out after the fact that Alex caught me on tape breaking into the laundry cabinet. Now, I hate having my methods exposed, but if I never get caught, there’ll never be anyone to appreciate my mischief.
WatchLast night, I got kinda funky and did the Moonwalk™ to impress Lisa’s family.
Kitchen-Floor Conflict Intensifies As Rival House... →
As you might imagine, I totally side with Boswell.
WatchIt’s pretty much impossibile to hide treats from me, especially on a lazy Sunday morning when I can hunt for them to groovy chill tunes.
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WatchI did a little jamming tonight to entertain the roommates. They get a kick out of me when I get funky on the rubber band.
This is well written, if a little harsh
juliaallison:A Day In The Life Of A Dog And A Cat The Dog’s Diary: 8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM -...
WatchMe vs. George This mouse and I have legendary battles. You may have heard of him. He’s famous for being able to fly. Maybe he’s only famous in our apartment, come to think of it. I’ve never seen him on the news or anything.
WatchLisa & Alex always make such a big deal of coming home to me, especially after one of their guilty-pleasure trips to Starbucks.
Glowing Cats →
This is just plain not cool.
When a great idea goes horribly wrong
Last night I got in some trouble when I tried to make a quesadilla. I was famished and in the mood for something melty and cheesy, but I guess it’s against the law for a cat to do some cooking, because I was about 10% done after a long, hard hour of trying to get the plastic wrapper off the tortillas, and Alex and Lisa came home and flipped out. I needed about 90 more minutes to figure out...
WatchI’m such a badass! This morning I had Alex film me jumping across the kitchen. Mind you: if I fall, I’m falling like 8 feet… without a net. I’m a little peaved at Alex for not editing out the slip at the end as we had discussed.