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The Furiowards!

As 2008 winds to a close, FurioBain.com would like to hand out it’s (now) annual Furiowards!!!

We went through the nominees and acceptance in private ceremony held earlier this week on Putnam Avenue, but here are the winners, by category:

As the recipient of many of these Furiowards, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to be respected by the voters, the readers, and adoring fans everywhere. I intend to challenge myself in 2009 to take my game to the next level. I’ll nap in places previously unimaginable, and I’ll approach each meal like it may be my last. Thanks again, and have a happy new year!

I’m in literal-mode again: here’s me reducing me carbon pawprint.

I’m in literal-mode again: here’s me reducing me carbon pawprint.

Doing some abs to get in wedding shape. Should’ve done this earlier. Sorry for all the grunting.

Doing some abs to get in wedding shape. Should’ve done this earlier. Sorry for all the grunting.

I got a little too amped today when Whitie came over to the RumpusRoom™, and we were both playing with George, my favorite fake mouse. I swiped at George, but nearly came up with a paw full of Bichon.

Video: Here’s the trailer form an indie film I did a while ago, that I never thought would see the light of day. It’s called “Brokecat Putnam” (via Vimeo)

I did a little jamming tonight to entertain the roommates. They get a kick out of me when I get funky on the rubber band.

Me & Lisa watched Dirty Dancing & snuggled on the sofa.

Me & Lisa watched Dirty Dancing & snuggled on the sofa.

Meal time, baby! Everyone goes crazy when we open a can of wet cat food. See for yourself.

Hindsight is 20/20, but from now on, I’ll scan the room for #@$%^&*$ camcorders before I attend to my personal hygene.