Monday, February 16, 2009
Rainy Days and Mondays
Woke up (the lady took the photo before I had time to make the bed), and peeked out through the garage door (which was open just a bit).
Yech. The lady made it rain again. I decided to stay inside the garage where I had a bite to eat and then used the indoor facilities (rather than my usual outhouse [litterbox photo deleted due to privacy concerns]).
It has occurred to me that I don't live an interesting enough life to have a diary entry every single day. Maybe once a week (unless something really exciting happens--perhaps a gopher invasion, mouse uprising, or bird dispute).
I'm afraid that Elvis doesn't have too much to report either. Everything is smooth sailing on the sleeping and snoring front. He's not a big fan of the camera's flash. The lady is trying different angles so it doesn't flash right in his face.
The other day, he heard the camera make the little bzzzzzy noise it makes when the lady turns it on and...he ran and hid! Poor Mr. Stinklesworth (that's one of the names the lady calls Elvis. She's got a million of 'em).
She does this thing where one nickname morphs into a whole bunch of others. For example: Mr.Black=Blackie=Beekie=Beekie-Beekersteen, and BlackKitty=BK=BKKitty=BKKittersteen=The Great Kittini (I don't know how she got that last one). Obviously, too much of her gray matter is devoted to the Feline Nickname Function (she has a diagram explaining all this--she'll post it once the diagram moves from her brain to a piece of paper---ewww, that sounds gross).