This is Jake

He's my muscle. He's the not the brightest tool in the shed but he's good for enforcement. And he's always up for an adventure. As long as I speak slowly and with small words.

Poor dumb lub. He is a good cuddler, though.

Now listen... here's how you flip the latch...

Finally, some peace

This week has been absolutely frantic! It's been nothing but squirrel tauntings, That Lady continuously wrecking my schedule, and dealing with undesirables coming into the house. (I know she calls them her "friends" but honestly, I've never seen such riff-raff in all my life.) I've finally gotten a minute to myself for a well-deserved rest.

Oh, and I'd like to give a shout out to My Guy (not to be confused with That Lady). I'm fairly certain today is a holiday of some kind, and since it seems to be one all about celebrating him, My fabulous Guy and master of all things cuddles, I most heartily concur.

Now don't disturb me until dinner's ready.

Suckered by string.

Again! I should know better, but then her thread-dangling skills let her worm back into my good graces.

I will fall for her nefarious trickery no more!

(If my eyes were laser beams you'd be dead now.)

You will obey our every command.

That lady is messing with me

I wasn't let out at the appointed time today. AGAIN! That lady (my owner) will NOT stick to a coherent schedule. It's really rather ridiculous. She's always coming and going and screwing up the routine that anyone else with a smidgen of common sense would instinctively understand. I've tried explaining the routine to her (as far as you can communicate with these cretins) but she doesn't get it.

And it's so very simple... 1. get up, 2. eat, 3. go outside, 4. nap. I can't understand why this is so difficult for her to learn.

I blame it on a shoddy upbringing.

Anyway, I didn't get to go out until the afternoon and by that time it was hot and all the squirrels were gone. I don't understand why I must suffer this way.

This is it.

I've finally got my own blog. My so-called "owner" kept kicking me off her computer every time I tried to post. Bitch. The stupid cow thought I was napping. She obviously doesn't recognize creative genius at work.

Personally, I don't think she can stand competition, that one. (Like I'd want to "guest post" on her blog anyway!)


No one holds me back.