My grandparents (dad's parents) came to visit last night. They didn't bring me any new mouses to play with. It's just not good enough, I had to resort to chasing my own tail for entertainment. I mean, really. But I was clever, mum got the video camera out so I just sat down and did nothing.
I had a comment from Ben the Rottie this weekend (thanks for visiting, Ben) who said that polar bears are not as good as rotties. Now I don't know much about rotties (although Ben seems very nice and friendly) but my grandpa has a dog who is nicknamed the Polar Bear (see earlier post about Uncle Buckley) and he is very scary. I think it's because my whole catness is about the size of his head. Last time he came to visit I had to hide upstairs because he is so big. So I agree with Ben, rotties are waaaay nicer than polar bears.
And besides, my mum had a rottie (called Max) and her best fried was a black cat like me! It has to be a sign.
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Hi Huffle,
glad to hear you agree about Rotties being better than Polar Bears.. we are much cuter and far less vicious. I would let you sleep on my belly for a dog treat or two.. can you see a polar bear being so accomodating??
There should be a law against grandparents arriving empty handed! Chasing your own tail is not a satisfactory pastime when you could have been chasing a floofy mouse.
Good on you for refusing to act up to the camera, I have that skill pretty much wrapped up too. I behave like a goofball until I see the camera emerge and then I decide it's naptime hehehe
slushy smooochies,
Ben xxxx
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