Things on Tuesday

• I do not like storms
• I especially do not like hail
• I do like sunshine
• I like all forms of heat, in fact
• I spent all yesterday afternoon asleep with dad, who was home sick
• I slept next to my heater after mum arrived home
• I do not like it when I can see the bottom of my dry food bowl
• I will yell at dad when I want my litter box cleaned

That is all.

Tagged!

A few days ago, Phantom, Thunder and Dakota tagged me to play the 6th picture game. Then Dakota got sick and we were all thinking of her so I didn't post the game. But today, I think I can do it.

The rules say you have to:

1. Go to photo files....select the 6th folder.

2. Select the 6th photo in that folder.

3. Post the photo along with the story behind it.

4. Tag 6 of our friends to do the same thing.

So here is what I found when I did all that.

This was the photo that mum used for our Christmas card last year. She tied that damn red ribbon on me and chased me around for days to get a good photo. I had great pleasure in shredding it later.

If any pup or kitty would like to play, please feel free!

Shining on Sunday

Last week, the lovely kitties and their human over at Zoolatry celebrated their second blogaversary, and created this beautiful award for all their friends.

Thanks, Maggy, Zoey and Ann!

In other news, I'll be doing a lot of sleeping today because mum and dad kept me up late last night, what with going out and dad playing his silly computer game.

The honeymoon is over

After being all nice and kind to mum yesterday and letting her take that photo of me, I've decided enough is enough and I do NOT like the flashy beast. This is me roaring at the flashy beast to leave me alone. I wish the pupparazzi would get the hint.

Feeling sorry for mum

Mum was feeling sad the other day because she says I never let her take any good photos of me and she just wants to have nice photos that I can use on my blog and that I was really spiting myself by not having any nice photos so I gave in and let her take this one.

Just this once.

In my face

This is what I think of the flashy beast!

Friends, if you could all go and visit my friend Dakota's family and offer some support, it would be greatly appreciated.

Dakota
8/15/1997 - 6/24/2009

Wordless Wednesday

Garden Patrol

Oooh what's that up there? Can I reach it? Maybe not.

Mum, why are you following me with the flashy beast?

There's a bug in there and I have to catch it! NOW!

As you can see, our garden is looking less than impressive at the moment. Don't be fooled by the green, they are all weeds. Mum says some men are going to come and magically transform it into a nice place where I will have lots of things to look at, and play with. Apparently this is meant to happen next week. I will get some more pictures to show you just how pathetic our garden is before then, and then get some when it is finished so you can all tell me what you think.

**UPDATE**

Please go and visit my friend Khyra's blog for news about a lost husky in the area of Point Breeze Drive in West Milford, NJ. Laska is a very special boy and is very scared. If you see him, please call 1-862-881-0568 immediately.

Supermodel Monday

I think this shows my good side.

My Wubba

This is MY wubba, that Zim sent me a few weeks ago. I love to play with it at 3am, because it has a really loud bell in it. Mum and dad LOVE it when I do that. Really. They get all excited and call my name and everything.

More Boxing

Remember yesterday we were wondering where my box was going? Well look where I've ended up! I'm here visiting my friends Phantom, Dakota and Thunder! I'm having the best time. I've been to Kansas once before, when I was on my world tour while mum and dad were in Canada last year. I'm very happy to be back!
I hope everykitty and everypup else had a good international box day!

International Box Day

Did you know that today is International Box Day? It is! I don't have any photos of me in a box, but where do you think this box might go?

Still not looking

It doesn't matter what you say, I'm not going to look at you. Stop pointing the flashy beast at me.

The sick paw story

You all know how I like to sit my by heater like this. The other day I was lying on my side and I had all my paws stretched out toward the heater. Mum is always telling me I get too close and sometimes she moves me back.

But then, I accidentally got my paw too close to the heater and burnt it! I jumped three feet in the air and started licking and licking my paw. It hurt!

Mum's note: Huffle's paw is okay, I think she got more of a fright than anything else. The heater has been moved so far away from the couch she would fall off if she tried to get any closer to it now.