Mom likes this photo because she says it captures my sleepiness, my ennui and my freckles.
Don’t tease me. I know you have freckles, too. Everyone does.
Dudes, my mom wanted to remind you that real cigars are gross and unhealthy. They can make your mouth smelly and no one will give you kisses.
My cigars are healthy, yo.
Want some of this?
Mom decided to order some breakfast for me. She thought I would like bacon and eggs.
I like the bacon and eggs okay, but I really like tuna and chicken. Duh.
Although I like nomming on the wubba, this one belongs to my sister. Her smells are on it.
You gotta favorite toy? Tell me about it.
Dudes, I’m not gonna lie. There have been times in my life where I pee on things.
It doesn’t happen very often, but it happens when Mom and Dad travel somewhere and leave me here. It makes me cranky — so I pee on the couch pillows. You bet that everyone knows I’m unhappy once I leave my mark.
When I peed on the couch cushion, Mom went bonkers because she knew it was important to get my smell out. I don’t know why. I smell like roses. She washed the couch cushions in Win Detergent. It’s made for sweaty fat people who go to the gym. [That's really why she has it. Hey, I'm just saying.]
I’ve been 100% pee-free for a little while. We’ll take some pictures of our litter boxes system. It’s for real. No joking around. I know you don’t want to see my pees — or maybe you do, which is weird — but you can see my thrones.
Do you have any tips to share? Any advice for cats who pee? Let us know, yo.
Mom has been wrestling with this site for a little while. How does it look? Not too fancy, right? Kind of manly, yes?
To show you what it looks like to wrestle with a website, here’s a picture of me wrestling with a tiara that Mom thought was cute. It’s 2010 and she still wants to treat me like a girl.
As we work on this site, feel free to let us know if you have a link you want featured on the blogroll — or if you support an animal charity that we can feature on your behalf.
I know a little something about charity. My mom is the ultimate case — if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
Happy 2010. Hope it’s a scrubilicious one for you!
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