Thursday, April 29, 2010

Face Feet

Jib here.

I am in trouble. Again.

And all because of a CAT!

When the GrandGirls and Zoe came to visit, I smelled Cat. When I went upstairs, I smelled Cat. When Mom makes quilts, I smelled Cat.

But I didn't know until last night. WE have a CAT! Right here in the house! Upstairs! In the GrandGirls' room!

I found her at bedtime. She was sitting by Mom's den door. Just sitting. And spitting. Spitting at me!

Sailor yelled, "No! Thorns!" and backed up.

Mom yelled, "Katy, the cat's out!"

The cat yelled, "Back! Back!"

And Mom grabbed me. My front feet said, "Back", but my back feet said, "GO!"

I leaned forward to sniff the Cat. She leaned back and made mad ears.

Then someone opened the door behind me. The cat ran. She ran almost under my belly. She ran into the GrandGirls' room.

My back feet told my front feet to GO! My feet ran. They chased. They cornered the Cat under the bed.

They also stepped on Elisabeth's face.

That's why I am in trouble.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

New Frisbee!

Jib here.

Mom bought me a new Frisbee. It smells different from my old Frisbee.

I love it!

I love playing Frisbee! I love Mom! I especially love when Mom throws my Frisbee.

My favorite thing is catching it before it hits the grass.

I run! I jump! I catch!

I LOVE my new Frisbee!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Back in Business Again

Sailor here.

The Janitorial Service is back in business! My tummy is happy. My rear end, not so much, but Mom's giving me and Jib pumpkin to help out.

Cheerios! Toast bits! Peas! Carrots! Chicken Bites! All for the licking.

I LOVE the GrandGirls. Except the smallest. She is hard to herd. She climbs. I sit below and worry. She climbs.

Oh my.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Happy Beaster

Jib here.

Today is something called Beaster. Or maybe tomorrow. Mom says it's a time for eggs to die.

The GrandGirls killed eggs today. Mom says the eggs are died.

The eggs smelled great!

Mom said she shouldn't have left them so close to the edge.

My nose just fits on the edge.

The blue one was delicious.

Especially the shell.

I licked up every last bit.

Happy Beaster. Egg.