The husband went fishing for three weeks and came home with a kitten. True story. He would like for me to believe it is a rare saltwater catfish. Ha! Everyone knows catfish do not have fur…. or four legs and sharp claws; it was another wild fish tale.
So I guess we are the new servants of a feisty little feline who calls herself Pretty Kitty Puddin’ Jam.
I am a bit perturbed with her and the husband because the darn thing makes me love her already.
Now grab a paperclip and get attached. 😉
You are hereby lawfully subjected to more photos of Mia the Pocket Puppy, aka my current obsession object of affection. The versatile pocket puppy (suitable for all ages) can also be used as a sock puppy. Unlike a sock puppet Mia can speak for herself. AND [this is the fun part] she eats, cries, bites, pees, poops and barks just like a real puppy.
Prompted by the weekly photo challenge: Object
Moe, I’m Dying
Pippin: I got my lab reports in from the doctor. There’s an H beside half of them, what does that mean?
Kit: High. H means high, L means low.
Pippin: I know that! What do these numbers say about my health?
Kit: Ask your doctor. I forgot to lay anything out- what do you want to eat?
Pippin: I don’t know. Answer the door.
Kit: You answer the door, I’m busy.
Pippin: Come on in man. Did you hear the bad news? I just got handed a death sentence… Moe, I’m dying.
Kit: Do you want chicken or pork chops for dinner?
Pippin: I’m dying and she wants to know if I want pork chops for dinner. Do you see what I’m dealing with Moe?
Kit: We have left over pork chops. They smell a little funny but I think they’ll be okay if I rinse the sticky stuff off.
Pippin: It ain’t bad enough the pork is killing me slowly; she has to add ptomaine to the mix. Have you ever had ptomaine poisoning Moe? It’s bad, real bad. You’ll have to watch that when I’m gone, don’t eat anything around here or you’ll be a goner just like me.
Kit: Okay would you rather have the chicken? It’s still frozen but I could microwave it for a minute or two then fry it.
Pippin: Did you hear that Moe? My only alternative is a radioactive chicken. Not only will it be full of cancer causing radiation but she’s going to boil it in oil so she can finish me off.
Kit: I’m not boiling it in oil, I’m frying it.
Pippin: What’s the difference? My arteries don’t know the difference. My cholesterol is 5000 and you want to argue?
Kit: Oh, you’re talking to me now?
Pippin: See Moe, she’s hoping I’ll get mad and have a heart attack right here in front of her. You’ll have to call 911 – she won’t do it.
Kit: Stop telling him that! You are not dying.
Pippin: I’ve got high blood pressure-”
Kit: And your cholesterol is not 5000, there’s no such thing. No one has ever had cholesterol that high.
Pippin: Don’t listen to her Moe. Look at this here report. I’ve got high pressure, high sugar, high triglycerides…
Kit: You’ve got high hopes too if you think that dog gives a hoot about all of your ailments. Moe, you want a pork chop?
Pippin: Now she’s just trying to hurt my feelings. You love me don’t you Moe? Come back here. Moe heel! Moe… Moe? Dammit Moe you know I’m dying.