Mommy’s Food Blog Reminder

Friends – If you get a chance, you *must* check out mom’s food blog here.  You will NOT be disappointed.  Those pictures of hers just make me want to lick the computer screen.  YUM-YUM!  Don’t forget to let her know what you think.  ❤

 

Hemi Here

 Hemi here peeps in blogville from the Hotel Thompson. Just wanted to chat with everyone for a minute.  There’s lots of stuff going on here at the Hotel – I mean LOTS.  And let me add that I know this is Bacon’s blog.  But Houdini gets his shots on Fridays and I heard that Oh Mouse Girl even got to post something last week.  Well, you know what they say about saving the best for last – meow!  So here I am.

First off.  Don’t believe everything the pig says about me.  Look at my picture.  Do I really look like the purr thing that would start something, finish it and leave a print on his butt?  Poo – of course I wouldn’t.  I’m as gentle as… well a pussy cat.  I wouldn’t hurt a fly… maybe take his wings off and play with him a bit.  That’s all.  Nothing major.

Second off.  I wouldn’t believe everything you read from Oh Mouse Girl about her relationship with the little guy Houdini. The that protests too much is usually guilty.  I’m just saying.  You haven’t seen some of the things that she does with the excuse of, “Something was in my eye.”  That excuse only goes so far in certain situations.  Really it does.

Third off.  Houdini.  Shakes head.  That tyke has more energy than the Duracell bunny at times.  He is non-stop go-go-go.  He is like a roller coaster that continually rides all day long.  He keeps us all young here with his antics.  And what you might have read about me taunting him – of course not.  Would I do that?  Nah!

And for those that have asked, does this look like the ginormous paw you have read about from everyone.  It’s not that huge at all.  No way!  I’ve seen bigger.  Does it look like the paw that would slap the pig’s butt?  Push Oh Mouse Girl around the Hotel Thompson?  Hold Houdini’s head so he can’t get me.  Of course not.

It’s a paw of love.  A mitten if you will of loyalty.  A gentle shake or touch of the face.  Nothing more.  It could never be used in combat.

So there you go peeps.  A little word for Master Hemi here at the Hotel Thompson.  I hope I’ve been able to set some things straight about what you have heard.