Showing posts with label salad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label salad. Show all posts
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Fridge
Brother keeps trying to sneak into the fridge, and we are sure he is up to no good. There is no fish in there, and he keeps heading for the vegetable crisper every time he tries to hop in. We suspect he has plans for sabotaging our salads! The nerve of that cat!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Another Human Relative
Just wonderful. Another one of the human's relations, the very one who caused me all of the trouble last year that nearly resulted in my becoming a vegetarian, has taken ill again. The human got the news this morning, and now there is a discussion on going up to look in on this relative going around that is more than a bit alarming. And what in the world am I going to do if the humans do go off to visit? I don't like how the bunnies keep looking at my dish, and then hopping over to check their salad ingredients, as if they are trying to see what sort of salad would fit in there! As soon as the humans depart, they'll be there, trying to force me to convert, I just know it!
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Sir Pinky the Cat,
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Bebe Bunny Reporting
What was our brother doing on here? Really, he ought to be ashamed of himself. He is in the doghouse, and is not allowed online. If anyone sees him posting on here, could you email us right away to let us know? He's been a seriously bad kitty, first maiming a human like he did, and then with the poor excuse for a salad he produced to try to distract us. He didn't bother to provide dressing, and we know that he munched down all of the cheese toppings before he handed it over.
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Sir Pinky the Cat
In the Doghouse
I'm afraid I'm in the doghouse, and might I say, I really don't know how any canines reading this stand the place? So cramped, and I'm sure there are fleas lurking about. The humans insisted, though, after a minor incident. Really, they're making way to much of a big deal over it. How was I to know that a human could possibly bleed that much if a claw grazed them in the wrong location? Really, it wasn't my fault at all, but the humans are kicking up a terrible fuss over the situation, so in the doghouse is where I am, and those rabbits are keeping an eye on me to make sure I stay there. I had to distract them with a salad so I could get on.
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