Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

I'm back!

Hey bros and sistas!

After a short hiatus to pitch a service here I am now back to write ramblings and rants again.

I am preparing to go to Kansas for a weekend of shows this week. (no Dorothy and Toto jokes please) Have been at this venue before and it's pretty ok. The hardest part of this gig is just the traveling. The shows are a piece of cake.

I have been caring for two little pooches this past week, actually three but two are under my direct responsibilty ;) Gracie and Lulu have been my constant companions as I go through the daily grind....let them out...let them in....feed them...give them treats....pet them, groom them...pay attention to them....yikes! Did I mention I also have a couple of cats to take care of? Oh yeah! So throw in litter box patrol too to the mix. :(

Ah all for a good cause and the sweet little things give back plenty in the way of entertainment. lol
Watching over my pets is much better than watching TV anyday! I think that would make a great reality show....men taking care of a house full of pets!!!

It's all good karma I guess OM!

Take care of pets & yourselves my friends. And have a nice day! :)

Uncle Hippie...chill.

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Monday, August 24, 2009

Cats and Bon Jovi

Discovered my cat is a big Bon Jovi fan. He walked into my room where the TV was showing an appearance of Bon Jovi and he was riveted...you know as much as a cat CAN be riveted. I think the attention span of a cat is the only attention span that ranks behind that of a crack/meth head.
Anyway he's a big fan and so kudos to Bon Jovi. He (the cat) should show me as much consideration with his attentiveness. Not a chance.

**I was at my friend's house the other day and his cat was so ornery with me and so aloof I could have sworn he was my cat.

**My cat has a unique way of playing the game of fetch. You throw the ball and he goes to the litter box, then has a snack and some water, lays around for a short time while cleaning himself and then well I can't remember- I'm usually napping myself by then. Anyway somehow later that evening he ends up with the ball and all his well.

**My friends call my cat 'unner'. Because he's always unner the table, unner the couch, unner the bed, unner your feet...you get the idea.

**My cat is afraid of thunder and lightening. He always trys to hide under the bed during storms. That's a bit of a problem...because that's my hiding place during storms.

**I've learned so much from my rescued pals I'm beginning to wonder who rescued who. ;)

"I don't eat animals and they don't eat me!..." a song a long long time ago in a place far far away

Uncle Hippie...chill